Howdo, Uncle DG here, its been awhile, I trust your all doing well.
So we had a rather shitty salmon season this year, the lack of fish was bad enough but add to that the fights, arrests, life time bans from assorted hotels/ bars, money paid out in damages/bail and it really wasn't worth the trip. But there was one thing that made it all worth while (sort of). We'd been out on the last trip of the season and were heading back to PFI to off load what few fish we had. I was crashed out down below as was the skiff man, the skip was passed out drunk in the galley and the "boy" was driving. Somewhere around 2am there was a huge crash, rocked the fuck out of the boat. Both Choch and I came out of that folks hold like rabbits on crack, we're like what the fuck was that but the boys not at the wheel, he's out on the back deck looking at the fucking iceberg he just hit. I throttle us down and we wait, there's no immediate list but the bilge alarm starts screaming. Im likie oh shit man here we go right but we're still not listing so I figure we're not going down right now so it's safe enough to go below and take a wee peek and see how much damage there is. I go back down into the folks hold and right where Chochie would have been sleeping if he hadn't switched sides earlier in the season was a whole mess of splintered planks (we fish an old wood slab), I can see we're taking on water but the hole is about 6 inches above the water line. I head back up top and tell skip (drunken fucker) It took me 5hrs to get us into dock but we made it, if the hole was 6 inches lower though we would've been fucked. Still how many of you have hit an iceberg?