DENMARK DELUSIONS

Well I'm going to get in before Addie gets off his ass..

DAY01-18/7/03

We were meant to leave for Denmark around eight in the morning, however delays on the Magna being serviced meant we couldn't get going till around 11am. We piled all our shit (including about 15 fishing rods) into the car, then we all jumped in, took off, and began to get giddy from the petrol fumes leaking from the boat’s gas can. By the time we had filled up the car at the servo and made it out to the freeway, Adz realized he didn’t have the keys to the gate or the house. So ABORT! ABORT! Back home we went.

Half an hour later, one gas tank less, and one cone more we were finally on our way. We decided Mark or Peter could bring the smelly and perhaps lethal gas tank down. Five hours of zoning out and we were at Royden’s house in Manji to pick up the spare Denmark keys. Good piece of thinking from Gribb and Adi there.

Next thing we’re at the Cobweb Cottage gates, then we’re hammering down the track trying to keep up with some goddamn cheeky roo. Things start to get a little hazy from here on, something to do with copious amounts of mary-jane, but hey, it’s the holidays.

The water was WAAAAAAY up on it’s usual level, a sure sign that the area had seen a lot of rainfall recently. The first mission was to get the boat a-working… Put the engine on.. plug in the fuel….

“Where is the fuel line connector?”

“What’s that smell?”

FUCK there’s petrol running out of the fuel line and into the bottom of the boat.

“BAIL!”

We got the fuel safe then returned to the drawing board for another cone. I had a great idea of driving to Nornalup and borrowing my dad’s fuel kit. No worries, if only I could have found the key to the house. Three calls to my parents told us where it was, but hell, it wasn’t there anyway. Oh well… Dejected, we head back to Cobweb. While making dinner, I happened to look on top of the fridge, and sure enough, there was a SPARE FUEL PLUG!! YAEY!

Later that night we set the large nets just outside the house. Another few cones, a few beers and bed.

DAY02-19/7/03

We woke a little late Friday morning, and after kicking off the day with a nice fat bucket, we went and pulled the nets, revealing one Pink Schnapper. After another billy and a beer or two, we got our gear together and went looking for deep spot off the point. We checked a few places, Conspicuous Cliffs, Peaceful Bay, Sinker Bay but we settled on a place named Black Hole. It was shit. The idea was to catch lots of herring and do some live baiting. Unfortunately the only thing we caught in three hours was one herring.

When we got back to Cobweb, we were stoked to see the high water had started dropping quickly, leading us to believe that the bar had broken across the inlet. The boat, initially left at the waters edge, was now totally out of the water. Mad.

PORK ROAST time. Deeeeeelicious. Played some cards while waiting for the Hardcore Piscotorians to show up (not that Gribbo isn’t hardcore) They turned up around 8 or 9 and eagerly started planning the next days mission. Peter was keen to peg some meullies (it’s not in my spell checker k fools?) that night, but then he’s too keen, isn’t he? Blah Blah Blah Sleep.

DAY03-20/7/03

My memory was well fragmented by this point, proving that I really wasn’t built for smoking weed. None the less, we headed out to the inlet mouth first thing in the morning and were greeted by some fast moving water, and one of the best a-frame beach breaks I have ever seen. The locals were already on it, with more 4WD’s rolling up the beach as we watched.

Deciding there was no way we could fish with the water moving so fast, we jumped back into the boat and headed home. Checked Conspicuous again, and Simpson felt the need to go solo in the channel, so we left him and a little bait and bailed to Denmark, specifically Sinker Bay.

Another 4 hours of fishing with very little success. I think Addie caught three or four herring, and G and Mark caught some baby sharks. Still, it was pretty gay. I had a little boulder on the rocks to try and pass the time.

By the time we got home all I wanted to do was sleep, my head was so fucked. But, as we all know, sleeping at inappropriate times at Denmark always results in embarrassing situations. So I was content just to complain as lot. I know, I suck. J

We went and set the nets and downed a few beers before turning in for the night.

DAY04-21/7/03

We got a heap of mullet in the nets, then spent the rest of the morning cleaning the fish and the house, before heading back to Perth. Oh yeah, I read a book Ida lent me by Kurt Vonnegut called “Welcome to the Monkey House”.

I think that’s the whole story, anyone who can remember anything else, add a comment and I’ll add it in. Restepca!