The Hojo's are Brits bravely going where no Brit has dared before in the land of taller than tall tales where the big whites bite & knives are ...large. I've seen Crocodile Dundee too.
To this land of larger than large my Dino came seeking his fortune...or at the very least a big fish. Nor'West fisheries operates out of Carnarvon in what are the toughest fishing grounds in Oz & though his first trip out saw him surrounded by 3 cyclones (about then I stopped watching the weather maps on the evening news!) I was comforted by the size of the boats; 80' & very well rigged out. They're not going to sink, right? Burn to the waterline (thanks, Jarrod) yes. Actually sink, no.
Now my Dino loves his mum & like all good boys he dutifully rings home when opportunity arises to let me know all is well in his world & I have no need to worry unduly. Yeah, right! After this phone call I no longer sleep peacefully at night...
Dino! Where are you?
Still at sea.
So what are you doing?
Scurfing behind the trawler.
Whaat!!!! This is Great White Shark country! Even clean the boats stink of blood & fish guts. Do you know how far a shark can smell blood through the water?!
I believe an 80' trawler creates a considerable wake. Perfect for scurfing...& I think my sons don't use the brains I very thoughtfully provided them with. What was he thinking? No, I don't know either.