So I live slightly North of Seattle with a view of Puget Sound. There’s binoculars on every floor, a spotting scope if things get really interesting, and a handheld VHF sitting in the kitchen. I was sitting out on the deck drinking a beer (a nice Belgian quad blended with some kreik) tonight when the Southbound freighter gets really friendly, five short, five short again, another five short blasts. I can’t see anything but I turned on the radio. A couple minutes later I hear a call from the pilot on the Southbound ship to the Northbound ship “hey Harry, keep your eyes open, there’s another kamikaze out tonight”. I guess that’s better than watching the helicopter run search patterns in the dark.
A WAFI no doubt.
We call them “Trailer sailors” or some idiot on a Tupperware boat…
I didn’t learn the term swamp donkey until I went to sea
I didn’t learn it till I went to Suzie q’s in belle chasse…after having gone to sea
[QUOTE=PaddyWest2012;144099]I didn’t learn the term swamp donkey until I went to sea[/QUOTE]
And a swamp donkey ain’t no boat.
Hemroids, kind of bummpy…I think…
Left coast said last I think??