Coos Bay Tom Loc: coos bay oregon

Out on the stormy western coast of Charleston by the sea--at a place that was known as the Heceta banks--- men were fishing on boats of steel. They were after the fish with massive nets steel doors both open wide--- making a tack across the oceans back-- on the fish both day and night.---A southerly wind had begun to blow but it seemed it would be alright--- so they set the gear for another tow and they fished into the night.-- All of a sudden the wind picked up and blew as hard as it could---starboard cable hummed like a hive full of bees and then snapped like a stick of wood.--- About that time the boat wheeled over being pulled down by the net---The skipper yelled out "Cut the other side--if you don't we'll all be dead" A man reached out --just touched it with the cutters and it popped it was so tight and that big boat shook off a fisherman when it pitched and bobbed upright.---They wheeled her hard over and picked up their man but then they took one over the side--next they nosed her down and blew out the windows---They were in for a hell of a ride.--- Electric sparks were flying 'round the cabin and they lost their radio and lights--- the skipper wired a flashlight to the compass and they ran home thru the night. ---Two men went below to start up a pump they were in such a terrible plight--floor boards were floating 'round the engine room but niether one gave in to fright.----What do you do when the Dover shifts full of water in a 60 mile blow?---When the bin boards crack and the vessel lists you won't know which way she'll roll.----Fightin' the sea like a wounded Whale the steam in the bilge could make the engine fail-- every part of the boat seemed to vibrate and shake knocked the packing loose thought the shaft would break. ---Scanning the coastline like a hungry dog they spotted the jaws coming out of the fog---the whole bar stood up like a thousand knives---couldn't find a slot---no relief in site.---They had come so far just to turn her back and that was all that the skipper could hack "lets hit the beach it won't be our fault-- We can't wind up in a concrete vault"--- The men yelled back "WE can save this boat" and they won't turn back that's all she wrote---They wheeled her back and nearly smacked the wall every hair on their heads were standing tall---spun the wheel to the left and fought it back to the right---They just plain lucked out on that wind blown night.

PoppaGringo Loc: Muslim City, Mexifornia, B.R.

Glad I wasn't on that boat.

Coos Bay Tom Loc: coos bay oregon

me too

:-D