I agreed to join some inn-mates on a fishing trip this Sunday. I have never fished and tend to throw my voice on the IoW ferry. Now I understand that in the 8 hours the little boat may well chug 5 miles away from the safety of lovely Swanage.
I have sneakily bought some sea-sickness pills. I shall remember my dad's advise and avoid pissing into the wind. Any other tips, me hearties?
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beau-jolly
offlineMemberPosted 12 months ago # -
Sinnick
offlineMemberIndividuals vary a lot.
1) Don't forget to eat & drink, but only in modest amounts. No alcohol, seriously
2) Keep outdoors, look away from the boat at all times
3) Keep away from the engine; diesel fumes & wobbly boat are not a good combo
4) If you have to go inside, not more than a few minutes at a time
5) Don't look at your feet, look at the horizon
6) Roll with the boat, ie your legs roll, but your upper body doesn't. Quite easy once you get used to it, but tiring
7) If you start to feel dodgy, take a Rennie, get in the fresh air, watch the horizon & talk to people for distraction. DO NOT GO INDOORS - you wouldn't believe how awful you'll feel if you doI've done this stuff 40 miles out from Cape Town in allegedly "calm" weather (ie, 15 foot waves). Not a problem, except for the one guy that did feel iffy went inside & vomited all over my rucksack. Nice.
After you return, you'll find the land is still rolling around, maybe for the rest of the day. Take care when you first drive off
Oh, did I say, DO NOT GO INSIDE THE BOAT
And, have fun
Posted 12 months ago # -
Thor
offlineMemberI’m prone to really vicious sea-sickness, so much so that on one occasion Mrs. T asked me if I felt ok when we were watching 'the Onedin Line’. I once made the mistake of eating a hearty meal on a cross-channel ferry while docked in Boulogne harbour. Within 30 seconds of leaving the harbour walls, the whole lot was disappearing down the loo. It’s no comfort knowing that Nelson was a sufferer too. I tried those accupressure wrist bands once, and spent so long putting pressure on the little button that I had pins and needles in my fingers for a week. They didn’t work for the sea-sickness either. Enjoy your trip.
Posted 12 months ago # -
dvo4fun
offlineMemberAdvice Point 1: Stay on dry land. If we were meant to go to sea in little boats and catch food we'd never have been allowed to discover transatlantic trawlers.
Advice Point 2: Having taken Advice Point 1 above,go to a good local chippie, buy some cod and chips and find someplace solid at which to eat them.
Advice Point 3: Either way 'enjoy.'
I'm one of the world's worst traveller-vomiters and have found the travel sickness pills 'Joy Rides' to be effective. Other brands might also work but having finally found something that works I've not thought it worth risking the suede shoes once more.
Strangely enough,even though I usually take the tabs when flying, shipping or coaching I completely forgot about doing so before going on a gift-voucher flight in a Tiger Moth over the chiltern hills and valleys. Unfortunately BOTH the on-board sick bags leaked. As I later made my excuses and left the airfield, my last sight of the groundcrew,on the hottest day of the summer,was his legs sticking up out of the cockpit as he struggled, head-down in the passenger footwell, to mop up my luncheon whilst the next lucky passenger waited her turn.
Ah happy days.
Posted 12 months ago # -
Ironduke
offlineMemberDVO- very funny.
Advice- have something important to do. I am seasick when left to my own devices and am free to think about being seasick; when I have the kids to look after then not a problem, even if they are sick.
Solution-
Borrow my kids for the journey. I'll pack a couple of changes of clothing for you.Posted 12 months ago # -
beau-jolly
offlineMemberThank you all. I took your sage advise. I took the pills and stared at the horizon and all was well. Then someone handed me a breakfast beer... Well a small Magners which was worse. I took a silly sip before reconcidering. Still OK. Half a dozen Mackerel. No problem. Move to next site. Wooo! A big black Bream straight away. Then another. Then... I made a fatal mistake. The skipper had just handed me a cup of milky tea and while I drank it I watched the end of the rod. Suddenly my mouth was full of tongue and I barely had time to shout "Watchunder". A second liquid yodel and another pill and I was able to have lunch. Another couple of Bream and another half a dozen Mackerel and home for tea.
The skipper gave me some good advice. "See that tree over there on the cliff? Sit under that and you'll be fine."
Next time I will watch from under that tree.Posted 11 months ago # -
beau-jolly
offlineMemberDamn! That's where I went wrong!
Posted 11 months ago # -
beau-jolly
offlineMemberOnce in a lifetime. One of those things you do so you don't have to do it again. Honestly, everyone else was saying things like "isn't this great?" and I am thinking "no, it bloody isn't I'm stuck in a little boat with 7 men and it stinks of fish. And what's more...Huwey...Bleugh!"
If any of you feel you must try sea fishing I strongly urge you to go for half a day. That is survivable. A full day is an unpleasant test of endurance and you can buy a lot of fish for the price it costs.
Posted 11 months ago # -
Psycadelic Squirrel
offlineMemberHaha, not such a good experience then. I don't like fish (or fishing) but I am in the Merchant Navy, so I'm ok with being at sea. To be honest the small fishing boats are a nightmare as they move about so much, the bigger ships are much more stable until you hit a typhoon.
Posted 11 months ago # -
beau-jolly
offlineMemberUPDATE:
I was up early this morning so went for a stroll. Very pleasant. Raised my Panama and greeted the vicar:
Me: Morning Steve. Lovely day; nice to see the green has dried out in time for the fete.
Vicar: Ah yes. And I'm pleased to say I've put you down for the last place on the benefice's trip. Did you get the forms?
Me: Er, no.
Vicar's little helper: Don't worry, I have a spare one.
Bastard!
I remember now. I was a tad jolly after a bottle of homework when the Vic came into the pub. Also I hadn't done the fishing thing then. I remember accidentally saying I wish I could join them on their trip, expecting it to be too bloody late.
So any advice on not throwing up during 3 days on a tall ship sailing to France and back with a happy-clappy vicar who wears his crucifix as an ear-ring? Oh and, for me, prayer is not an option.<EDIT>
Oh God! Just looked at Sinick's picture above and ....excuse me ....Bleaugh!Posted 11 months ago #
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