DoryMan: Sanpierotta Plans for DoryMan

DoryMan: Sanpierotta Plans for DoryMan

Sustainable sport fisherman

Sustainable sport fisherman

I was at the boat ramp today watching the terrorist boaters from Sydney launching and retrieving there boats while on holidays. I watched as one bloke showed off his catch to a bystander and then he hurled the dead sting ray back into the water. It was a funny colored fish so I suspect it might have been pretty rare,it is now rarer than before. They also caught some large fish and took a fillet from the fish leaving about a kilo of good meat on the bones they threw back,if this is you wake up to yourself  this is not sustainable and it is a waste.

The what if story

What if.
What if is the story of a lot of people and it controls there life in many ways. As I said before I was a diver what if I drowned?  which I nearly did.  I was a coal miner and was buried to my chest under the underground bins which held a couple hundred tons of coal,  what if it covered me?.  What if I crashed my truck and got hurt ?  What if I got killed when the bobcat I was driving slid 50 meters into a gully. What if the 40 ton excavator that slid down a hill with me on it which it did?  What if the company sacked us for going on strike?    What if you turned up at a union meeting at the end of the day fit and fresh ready to take on the organisers, which I did.  What if I got electrocuted in a pipe 60 feet under mud cutting steel?  What if some one turned off the compressor when I was diving for pearl shell?  which they did.  What if you just lived your life,  What if.

recycled boat part 26

Recycled boat part 26

Today we put the boat in the water and it performed well. This is the boat with my son.

It has a good turn of speed for a small motor. We went a couple of miles up this creek on a cup full of fuel and motored up to this lizard basking on a log.

Must put some fuel in next time .More of the story three posts below.

The good old days

When I was eight the school I went to was Bulli public and the teacher I had was  Mr Gardner. He was cruel and I made the mistake of telling dad that he was hitting me. Well dad said to him if I caused trouble to give it to me and he did, every day without fail. I had a friend in the girl next to me and she did my homework for me as she didn't like the beatings I got at the hands of this fellow. I had no one to turn to. Diane was my saviour and was a saint and the only person that had ever helped me. I saw Diane  many years later and I recounted how she save me from many a beating .She didn't remember that but said he was the most hideous man she ever knew as he would throw sixpences on the floor and if we went to touch them he would beat us with a stick on our backs while we tried to get the money , as I said before we were poor and any money we got kept us from starvation and he knew it. I never saw him again after I left that school and if I had I think he might have been the one to get the beating, I think I was lucky in that if I did he might got badly hurt, and he would have had the satisfaction of seeing me hurt again...That is the only time in my life that I wanted revenge,  I  guess he is dead now and I will never see him again. I do hope he suffered... Am I bitter  No I am happy for the experience as I am a stronger person for it. Another teacher I had like that was the sport teacher in high school and he picked on the weaker students, the ones who were over weight or were small. and the ones who didn't have good gross motor skills. The geography teacher would cane me on a regular basis and I fixed him I deliberately failed that class and would not work for him as it didn't make a difference whether I passed or failed but I did know the work. I had dyslexia and I am partially blind and could not read or write until later in life when I taught myself,

Attack of thre fly trap.

This morning the wife,  you know her as she must be obeyed,  Woke early and decided that a cup of tea would be nice and proceeded to make.  In the depths of darkness in the kitchen awaiting was THE FLY TRAP!    While the jug was taking its time to boil my wife yauned and streached knocking down the Fly trap and it attached with revenge.  and the ability to strange her as she struggled and screamed like a rabbit in the jaws of death. I swear that I heard the echo returning from the blue mountains in the distance, miles to the North, some hundred miles to the north. The dogs from miles around sensed the danger and all at once erupted into melodious chorus in the Key of "E".  The rooster fell from his purch and yoddled about the the chook yard.  By this time the trap was exerting its hold and then grabbed her by the hair and she struggled and screamed more and the dogs barked in unison.  I being fast asleep was woken to the noises of the attacker and the attacked and ran to her rescue.  I turned the corner into the kitchen to fend off the attacker and then I saw..  :)  and had to beat a retreat as the laughter fell over me and to be seen doing such would have landed me in deep water.  My saying it's only the FLY TRAPdidn't help things .  Which brings me to those famous words in a song "some days are diamonds and some days are stone"  I think thats where the bloke got the words from! History repeating itself...Nuff said cause the water is deep...Cheers Stewart

Happy moon

Happy new year to to you all.
 . Keep smiling and yell at the moon if you have too.  It wont tell anyone
cheers Stewart