I could write a book on the experiences my dad had trawling. Here's part of one.
After "A few" drinks at the bundy tavern. My dad comes home pretty drunk, I was asleep and was woken by his yelling I was probably 14 at the time. He yells "f_ck this Why the f_ck do I have to have such useless f_cking people want to work with me." ( this time he had been at the pub to come and meet a deckie who was supposed to be working with him the next day and had failed to turn up) He yells again "Mick I'm leaving at 6am meet you there" I just pretended I was asleep. I didn't think he would leave by himself.
The next morning I was woken by mum asking where dad was. I just thought sh!t.
Hes taken off in the boat.
Fast forward three days. He pulls up to the jetty I help him tie up. He was very embarrassed about his actions he told me. He reckons that's the last f_cking time he goes out their.
He was trawling by himself into about 1.5-2 knots of tide. He reckons when the wind blew up to 20-25 knots the waves were just massive. 4-5 metres he says . Wind against tide. He looked shattered. Usually when I was with him we would alternate in the day on wheel watch 4 hours on 4 hours sleep. He reckons he just idled into the seas with the autopilot and slept for an hour at a time.
After a 2 nights out their the first night in 10 knots of SW. The second night of 20-25 SE he came back in with 600 pound of prawn. Mainly massive Ocean kings.
For 3 days work the Old 12 cylinder Detroit burnt 6500 litres. About 85 litres an hour.
That was in 2012. For the record he went back out there with me a couple weeks later. There is indeed a current out there now that I look on windyty.
Always be prepared is the moral of the story. Be prepared when you drink can be another if you want.
Regards
Mick