1. Utterly and undoubtedly affixiated in a troublesome situation
2. Reflecting on a situation in a negative manner
syn: Jacked, screwed, fucked
“We got hosed tommy, we got hosed”
I heard this word a lot over the weekend. It was Mountain Man’s favorite word to describe our situation. And after looking it up on the urban dictionary, I have to agree.
For the past several weeks MM has worked so hard to get us ready for fishing season. He’s been coming home from work, eating dinner, and then heading outside (sometimes in the pouring rain) to tune up the boat and Chevy. On top of that, we got a camper/canopy for the Chevy a week ago. So he was also bolting that onto the Chevy and making modifications so it would fit.
After what happened last September, we were really done with tents. Not to mention when travelling back and forth to the peninsula almost weekly for three months out of the year, pitching a tent and taking it down every time gets really old!
The reason for all this hard work and preparation was for opening day of halibut fishing in Port Angeles.
I’ve been jumping up and down, counting down the days like it was Christmas! Halibut fishing is highly regulated with a very short window where you can catch them. Ridiculously short window. Like 4 weekends out of the year – 2 in Port Angeles, 2 in Sekiu. And not even the entire weekend! Next weekend it’s only Saturday!! Ugh!
The fiasco began Friday night. Our plan was to throw everything in the back and take off right after work. The days prior to that evening found us both very tired and our aspirations of packing only half done. So Friday we looked like a couple of chickens with our heads cut off, frantically trying to get it all done…. 8 o’clock rolls around and we’re finally close to leaving the house… We have a 3 hour drive in front of us…. I hop in the truck, MM hooks up the boat annnnndddd…. The boat trailer lights aren’t working. No biggie, we’ll swing by Wal Mart on the way out of town… now it’s 10:30. I haven’t eaten dinner and am trying to sleep in the back of the truck while MM is lying down in the parking lot trying to replace the plug. Thankfully he takes pity on me and we head home to sleep in our own bed rather than drive to our destination.
The alarm goes off at 4 AM. Ugh that sucks! We hop back in the truck and away we go. We meet MM’s parents at the boat launch around 7:30. In fisherman time, that is very late. As you can see, hundreds of boats are already out.
On the plus side, we don’t have to wait to get the boat in. MM fires up the boat but it won’t start. Upon further inspection the battery is dead and there’s water where the motor is housed! So back out of the water we go. After purchasing a new battery and sealing the cable that was leaking we head back to the launch for round two. It’s 10:30…
When we get to the end of the road, there is a huge line of trucks with empty trailers heading towards the launch. I look to the left and see nothing but white caps and choppy water. We look really silly trying to put in while everyone else is frantically trying to get out. An old salty dog with 2 teeth and a war veteran ball cap on comes up to our truck and says “It’s rougher than a cob out there!” After a brief conversation about the conditions I can’t help but wonder what the hell “rougher than a cob” means. So I Googled it. Turns out back in the olden days old corn cobs were used as TP in outhouses! Ewwww! It made us laugh though. And a laugh at this point was what we really needed.
We get in the water, and the motor revs up and sounds happy! We cruise out into the safety of the harbor and decide to fire up the kicker motor and jig for ling cod. The halibut are out in the deep waters past the harbor and the prudent thing to do at this point was to stay near the dock and work with what we got…. Annnd the kicker motor dies. YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! We can’t fish in a the current without the kicker motor keeping us in place. The motor won’t work because its not meant to go that slow and is more difficult to maneuver. So, back in we go to work on the kicker. The spark plugs needed to be replaced which isn’t a big deal but at this point (2 pm) we were done. The water was still pretty choppy so we weren’t going to get to go out for halibut anyway.
In between the setting in and pulling out of the boat, I enjoyed these fantastic tube worms and jelly fish wandering around the pilings.
MM’s dad had to work the next day so they bailed and we headed for the nearest campground to try sleeping in the camper for the first time. Salt Creek is fairly close and has pristine views of the Juan De Fuca Strait.
The three of us curled up for a nap around 6 pm…
The next thing I knew it was 6 am! We were out cold! I’m not sure if I’ve slept in our bed at home so well! I love this camper canopy.
The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and the water was glass. Although we couldn’t fish for halibut Sunday, we could fish for ling cod still. We spent the morning on the boat and although this was all I caught:
it was a great day to be on the water.
And I got to drive the boat!
Although so many things went wrong, I’m so happy to report that we all still had a really good time, no one fought or got pouty, and it thoroughly motivated us for the upcoming months. In our eyes, this was a “warm up” and a chance to work out the kinks.
We have 3 more weekends for halibut and a summer full of salmon fishing on the Peninsula. Stay tuned!