Well, here we are, back at this again with a little update and quite possibly, some exciting news….for me anyway. The time in Australia is starting to come to a close, 4 more months and I’ll be back in Michigan before making the trek out west. However, before I start looking too far ahead, a process already in full swing, I would like to take a look back to the two weeks in May that ended my stint as a Prawn fisherman in the fishing capital of Australia. After two weeks tooling around Adelaide and the surrounding area of beaches and vineyards, I hopped back on the intrepid Roslyn Ann and began another voyage into the Spencer Gulf in search of the illustrious King Prawn, this time as a seasoned deckhand. I knew what to expect on this trip, and jumping back onto the boat with the boys seemed like second nature.
Dolphin surfing the wake on the bow
Now the thing about the fishing industry, especially the Prawning Industry, is that everything is not created fair or equal. It is a very competitive industry, and 9 times out of 10 a new deckhand is going to come back with a variety of complaints; they were overworked, abused, under appreciated, and underpaid. Every time I told people I wanted to give Prawning a shot, they would always roll there eyes and tell me all the horror stories of people not getting paid, sleeping an hour a day, and generally getting completely screwed. Despite all this, I was down at the docks for a week straight talking to anyone that acknowledged me. When I finally landed a gig, it was for the 5th man, a position that did in fact, get way underpaid, considering the other deckhands were on a percentage of the catch. Regardless of this, I knew what I was getting into, and as that was the only way I was getting on a boat, I decided to focus on the fact that even though I wasn’t making the big bucks, I was going to be making double what I earned on land….besides, I get to go out on a boat, how in the hell could I turn that down?
Great shot on a night off right before the sun disappears
Like I said, the crew can make or break the trip, and after the first catch and getting paid straight after I got off the boat, I realized what I had was something pretty rare. I had a captain who knew how to direct his temper, I had a first mate who kept me honest, I had a seasoned deckhand who I have grown to greatly admire and respect, and I had a kid from the complete opposite side of the tracks to give and take advice from. What I took away from the actual experience was unforgettable, but the crew I worked with? That is something that will forever be irreplaceable.
When I first met Nath, it was in the hull of the Roslyn Ann at around two o’clock in the afternoon. He seemed like a real friendly guy, and honestly seemed truley sorry that they had just hired someone that day, and were fully booked. Despite this, I walked away with an unexplained feeling that I was going to get a call from him in the next few days….regardless, I was still surprised when I did. Nath’s story is pretty similar to mine actually. He worked in marketing for a corporation for about 3 years after college before he jumped onto a Prawn vessel owned by his old man for no real reason other than he wasn’t happy. 20 or so years later, he is still at it, running the Roslyn as a seasoned skipper. Ask anyone around, and they will tell you that Nath knows his shit. Time after time we would be fishing far away from the 40 other boats in the fleet, and if they saw Nath hit a spot more than twice on the radar, by morning we were far from alone. This success, coupled with his refusal to berate the crew on a bad night, gives him my respect immediately. We were never short of moments where you could hear Nate high above, screaming my favorite four letter word to form sentences, but his ability to compartmentalize his failures and not take out his frustrations on the crew are what make him a great skipper. After hearing stories of a few other skippers’ tempers, most notably a heavy set Croatian on a competing vessel who is rumored to have killed a neighbors dog, I feel very blessed.
Our favorite skipper enjoying the trip back to Port Lincoln
The skipper can’t do everything however, and that is where a good first mate comes into play. Meet Warren, Nath’s trusty right hand man, and also his older brother. I once commented on how Nath is so good at not berating the crew in front of Warren, and his response was, “What the hell are you talking about, he takes it out on me!” Warren, outside of work, is a very lovable, affable human being who will chat your ear off regarding any of his many hobbies. For Warren, his hobbies and his family are what put a smile on his face, and he is at his best when he can share those experiences with you. During work hours, Warren is a ruthless Czar, hell bent on making you the best damn prawn sorter on the Spencer Gulf. That being said, you can’t have a successful crew without someone being a stickler for the rules, and Warren plays his role perfectly. To a new person like myself, it takes a bit of getting used to, but after a few weeks of getting to know the man you start to accept it as an inevitable part of the job, and also how to deal with it. We may have exchanged a few glares every now and again, but it’s impossible to stay mad at that boyish grin.
Warren rocking out to a little Meat Loaf on his brand new Fender Stingray
I may have been the new guy, prone to a bit of Warren’s rath, but believe me, I got none of it compared to Kaine. Roughly around my age and built like the proverbial brick shithouse, Kaine, with one look, will unequivocally beat the shit out of you. I liked Kaine almost immediately for many reasons. Without getting into too much detail, Kaine was brought up pretty much the exact opposite of me. We had many discussions on our upbringing the four weeks we knew each other, and despite the differences, we both ended up being a couple of hardworking guys with bigger aspirations then just rolling through life. The honesty in him is what I think makes him such a good person to have a conversation with, and when he tells me what he wants out of life, you believe in him, because you know that bullshit is something that he’s never used….he doesn’t have to bullshit, because he knows he is tougher than every son of a bitch he meets. You have to respect someone like that. Kaine is keen to take the reigns of the Prawn ship, and I believe that he can be the man to do it….I like to think that when I run into him in a few years, he’ll have what he wants out of life. To quote Martin Sheen, “He’s a worker, he’ll rise fast.” You can all fill in the Walberg retort if you must….
Kaine getting ready to do some serious work
Now, if Kaine (or myself, for that matter) needs someone to take a look at as the model of success, someone to use for guidance, he needs to look no further than right beside him. Meet Geoff, a 61 year old surfer, shaper, deckhand and real estate mogul. Warren may be the man in control, but Geoff is the guy that keeps it under control. When I look at people who are successful by popular standards, i.e. they have money, I always notice something grossly unappealing about the way they look. I have met many successful people, and they all carry the same, unhappy, ungrateful, miserable look on their face. Not Geoff. When you look at Geoff, you wouldn’t think that this guy has it all….he drives a white-paneled van and can be spotted wearing a beat up t-shirt underneath a pair of paint stained overalls. So why the FUCK does he look so God Damn happy. That’s easy. It’s because he is so God Damn happy. It’s the look that you have on your face when you just roll with life’s punches and enjoy the gifts that God has given you. When Geoff was 20, he was a surf bum, and 40 years later I swear he still is, albeit a responsible one. His passion for surfing has helped him live a stable life, complete with his own surf company that is still located in a shed next to his house. Not only is he content, but he is also very well off, spending his time investing in properties, something he does because it doesn’t take too much effort, allowing him to head to Sheringa in between Prawn trips to catch a few barrels. Essentially, Geoff is the type of human being I aspire to be. Never will you meet a kinder, more compassionate and friendly person, and despite the fact that his attitude stems from his DNA, it has certainly held up all these years because he decided a long time ago that money wasn’t the key to happiness. People like Geoff are few and far between, and if I turn into just a fraction of the kind of person he is, I’ll be a very lucky man.
Geoff cooking up his famous breakfast at the end of the day….what a guy.
I think it is very rare, almost once in a lifetime, when you get a group of people together that all have something extraordinary to bring to the table. For me, this is the third time it has happened in two years…..either my luck is running out, or I am starting to do a good job emulating Geoff.
All in all, this was unequivocally (have I used that word already?) one of the best experiences I have ever been apart of, and I can only hope my knew crew is going to live up to these gentlemen. That’s right, on Tuesday, after months of waiting, I ship off on the Cenator for a 4 months as cook/deckhand. Trust me, I’m counting my blessings. And now some pictures!!! Be well and enjoy the show.
Hey, it gets lonely out at sea…
Some sort of shark with the deadliest beak I’ve ever seen
Couple of dudes on a boat
Hopper full of everything but prawns….can’t always be a winner
Entertainment on a slow night
Geoff and Kaine getting it done
Doesn’t quite do it justice
Baracuda
Cuttlefish…..giant cuttlefish. Me and Warren use this opportunity to quote South Park
Boss
Dog Shark
Oh, you little bastard, how I despise you
Baby Octopus
Geoff and Warren doing some net work
One of the bigger rays. Also, awesome news, I can now say that I have been sliced by a ray…lucky I didn’t lose a finger