Headed out early Saturday AM. Pulled into Sewell's Marina ..... paid for launch and parking ....... launched the boat, parked the truck & trailer and then set out over to Hutt Island. Was a light breeze coming from the N.W. ......... light chop but nothing serious.
Let down the downriggers and began our hunt on what we hoped would be a rewarding day. At lease we weren't alone as there were 3 or 4 boats in the same area trolling from Hutt Island towards Turnstall Bay and back.
Since we had no luck and it was now about 1:30 we decided that we would try the wall just for old times sake. Brought up the downriggers ....... stored the rods ...... raised the kicker motor and we were off ...
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Sputter, Sputter, Sputter ......... oh oh ...... don't tell me we're out of gas .......... yup. :-[ :-[
Lowered the kicker motor and crawled into Snug Cove in search of petrol. Let's just say I got teased the whole trip in that seemed FOREVER. Upon arriving ........HMMMMM ..... no gas ........ except a very small fuel station some 20+ minutes by foot up the hill from the ferry dock (or so we were told). We pulled into the government wharf feeling relieved that we would be back under way in a short while.
Captain D. went to get the gas and I stayed with the boat. Sweet I said to myself ..... they even had a washroom there ......... so off I went to relieve myself. Upon my return I found a water taxi boat pulled up beside mine and the driver not looking too pleased ........ asking whether this was my boat. I responded yes wondering what I had done wrong???
The driver said I was in his spot and couldn't park there as it was for emergency boats and could only be used in emergency situations. When I informed him that I needed gas and that it was therefore an emergency he told me I had to leave anyhow but he would allow me to tie up to his smaller boat as long as I only stayed there a short time. HMMMM ... Bowen Island hospitality I thought to myself ..... NOT.
Just as I got tied up again Captain D arrived with a very nice Bowen Island resident with a gas can full of gas. The gent had given my buddy a ride up to the gas station but the gas station did not have a gas can for sale. Our saviour then retrieved a gas can from where he lives, filled it with gas, and gave my buddy a ride back to the dock.
Gave him my business card (we do a lot of business on Bowen Island) and told him to call me when he comes over this way ANYTIME .... I owe this fellow a day on the river and dinner for sure.
Got back to Sewell's Marina with no further problems, loaded the boat and then noticed a blue piece of paper and a white piece of paper on the drivers windshield wiper. Sure enough a parking ticket from Imperial Parking stating that my receipt wasn't displayed properly ..... guess my dash is too big, either that or the piece of paper (receipt) from Sewell's Marina is too small and/or someone needs glasses.
Took the ticket to the fellow inside the Marina who was just getting ready to leave ..... went to hook up the lights and discovered another blue piece of paper along with a second piece of white paper. Sure enough ....... another parking ticket ..... this time one for the trailer.
WTF .... I thought to myself ........ a separate ticket for my trailer????
Took that ticket to the employee inside Sewell's Marina as well ..... he said he would look after it. Guess what ........ I'm keeping my receipt handy just in case. Was too ironic to get mad about ........ Captain D and I just had to laugh.
Nothing else added to the adventure except we did have fish for dinner ......... Mickey D's (no sauce extra cheese). Better than nothing ........ on second thought ..... maybe not. Captain D is sick today .....
GOFISH 8)
