Coming of age
| Vessel Name: | Spyglass |
| Vessel Make/Model: | Beneteau 41s5 |
| Hailing Port: | Fremantle, Western Australia |
| Crew: | Dale |
| About: | He's an obnoxious and yet titillatingly adventurous man. |
| Extra: | Give it to me Baby Ahhh Ha Ah Ha |
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26 July 2015
Power boats
In the early '80s I got my diving ticket and soon began buying my own boats.
Power boats
26 July 2015
In the early '80s I got my diving ticket and soon began buying my own boats.
I love boats
31 December 1970 | Maylands, Perth, WA.
Welcome to my world,
I will be documenting what has been happening both inside my head and in the real world. Please drop me a feedback and tag me for a revisit.
I have been around or near-to boats all my life. I was fortunate to have a Dad that was keen to have a go at everything and yet always try to make it enjoyable for everyone around him. I can remember as far back as 5yo Mum taking us to the port groyne in Fremantle for my brother and I to catch anything we could. Thesevisits progressed to night fishing with our favourite takeaways of fish and chips. Mostly our forays produced dozens of blowies which was always left to Mum to remove from the hooks and rebait. It was always fun. Mum often caught the take home fish and we wiuld watch intently while she scaled and filleted them. We got to play with the remains, stretching out the stomach on the table and poking out the eyes. Regular little boys!
By 12 y/o we had progressed with M+D to collect worms on the banks of the Maylands rivrr (Perth, Western Australia) which is now days part of the WA Police compound, within sight of the city skyscrapers. We used to trudge through long grass up to our shoulders - always worried about snakes and crabs etc As I think about it now I realise how healthy the river banks really were in those days, I'm thinking it was around 1973 and we collected all the worms anyone would be proud to find.
In between our land based adventures Dad would load up our little dinghy (as was his habit) with all manner of gear - just in case we needed it. A man of contingencies!
I hated unpacking the boat and the cleaning the fish etc - and I didn't especially think that fish was that great to eat but it was always fun and my parents were great campers and road travellers. This took us to some amazing places around WA. We moved to the Pilbara in my high school years where the family would explore remote rivers and ancient rock art sites.
Many times friends and neighbours would come along to enjoy these new discoveries. Many found the travel along these unused tracks too much to bear. The temp regularly reached 45c during the day and we never had the convenience of a toilet; so ants, spinifex and hot red dirt made the daily squat a skill and a challenge.
As Dads boats grew in length we ventured further afield. Port Hedland provided an abundance of mangroves where we would always find the larger fighting fish. Sometimes trolling and sometimes just jigging under the roots of a moving tide amongst the mangroves we spent many hours. Upon our return home we would inspect the scars of the march fly bites and scratching from multiple mosquito attacks - no matter how much repellent we used. I too have become one of those contingency packers so the car and boat are always packed to the brim with spares and crap tgat we never use.
My parents are to blame for my fascination with the water and my adventurous spirit.
I will be documenting what has been happening both inside my head and in the real world. Please drop me a feedback and tag me for a revisit.
I have been around or near-to boats all my life. I was fortunate to have a Dad that was keen to have a go at everything and yet always try to make it enjoyable for everyone around him. I can remember as far back as 5yo Mum taking us to the port groyne in Fremantle for my brother and I to catch anything we could. Thesevisits progressed to night fishing with our favourite takeaways of fish and chips. Mostly our forays produced dozens of blowies which was always left to Mum to remove from the hooks and rebait. It was always fun. Mum often caught the take home fish and we wiuld watch intently while she scaled and filleted them. We got to play with the remains, stretching out the stomach on the table and poking out the eyes. Regular little boys!
By 12 y/o we had progressed with M+D to collect worms on the banks of the Maylands rivrr (Perth, Western Australia) which is now days part of the WA Police compound, within sight of the city skyscrapers. We used to trudge through long grass up to our shoulders - always worried about snakes and crabs etc As I think about it now I realise how healthy the river banks really were in those days, I'm thinking it was around 1973 and we collected all the worms anyone would be proud to find.
In between our land based adventures Dad would load up our little dinghy (as was his habit) with all manner of gear - just in case we needed it. A man of contingencies!
I hated unpacking the boat and the cleaning the fish etc - and I didn't especially think that fish was that great to eat but it was always fun and my parents were great campers and road travellers. This took us to some amazing places around WA. We moved to the Pilbara in my high school years where the family would explore remote rivers and ancient rock art sites.
Many times friends and neighbours would come along to enjoy these new discoveries. Many found the travel along these unused tracks too much to bear. The temp regularly reached 45c during the day and we never had the convenience of a toilet; so ants, spinifex and hot red dirt made the daily squat a skill and a challenge.
As Dads boats grew in length we ventured further afield. Port Hedland provided an abundance of mangroves where we would always find the larger fighting fish. Sometimes trolling and sometimes just jigging under the roots of a moving tide amongst the mangroves we spent many hours. Upon our return home we would inspect the scars of the march fly bites and scratching from multiple mosquito attacks - no matter how much repellent we used. I too have become one of those contingency packers so the car and boat are always packed to the brim with spares and crap tgat we never use.
My parents are to blame for my fascination with the water and my adventurous spirit.
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