Well close to St. Pats day,, I decided to do a Irish song.. now I know why a group sings it,, not a spot to take a breath,, but i gave it a shot anyway,,,,

A dear friend told me She gets sea sick,, Hey my first trip every year, commercial fishing if I left at night, we all got sick and me first LOL

So you see a fishing vessel leaving port in May ,, get out of the way,, no one at helm, its on autopilot.. and we are in bed with bucketts :(

One time we got to sea. Bob and I left Newport OR and headed for the rock pile 12 mi out... well we both came down with the flue.. uggggg ,, i shut it down, we got in our bunks,, 5 or 6 days later .. this constant 7ft ground swell.. meaning yer going up and down into troft,, 14ft up down up down... i was hoping a storm would bust it up.. oh no!!!! up down up down,, when i finally got to helm.. we was 135 miles from port.. I started engine , kicked in autopilot,, got back in bunk for a few hours,, hoping other vessels would avoid us... below the water line,,, we have a device, you can hear vessels, and the radar starts screaming at a mile, which is close.., well in a few hours.. i heard engines.. i drug myself out of bunk,, a Tug pulling a barge was trying to turn to keep from hitting us.. i turned and we cleared.. ok ... at sea a tug let out his 4 inch cable to at least a half mile , so as to not, be jerked by barge,, or if loses engine,, hope barge wont hit him.. but they turn very slow... a 46ft trooler is no match for a barge
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