KANACKI
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Just one of the many fishing tricks you can learn off the locals the world over. As JB said it mimicks what they like and triggers a feeding frenzy for some reason.
Simon you may be pleased to know old crow is being well behaved these days. Maybe even a contender for sainthood? :-) But every now and again the old pirate comes out in him?
Doc His little lad you can see him following one day in his old dads footsteps? If they do not both get lynched by the me too movement :-)
I spent many a day fishing along the northern coasts of new Britain and new Ireland. There is parts of coast I grew up with local natives that even still. When I visit they treatment like a long lost relative. Years ago when I was about 16 an opportunity came up in Rabaul to buy a small timber sail boat that once owned by a Dutchman. Who had sailed this tiny sailboat all the way to New Guinea from Holland.
Broke and owing money he left the country leaving the boat. It was a single masted sailing boat with a twin keel so in places of low tide she could sit upright on her keel. She had a fore and aft sail. a cabin in the bow with hatch above, a small hand pump toilet shower compartment. A small galley with gas cooking stove, ice box and a galley dining table that folded down into a small double bed. just under the entrance hatchway there was radio and small chart table opposite. More than two people the yacht was cramped. the open bridge was at the rear. She was steered by a tiller. yet there was controls for a small inboard low horse power Perkings diesel engine. The seats on the sides of the cockpit either sat over fuel water tanks while your feet rested on a floor with hatch over the small engine.
She was up on stocks on shore looking rather grotty. She was called " geest van de wind " meaning "
Spirit of the wind" in English. My father looked at and his eyes rolled up and tried to discourage me from buying it. But I just fell in love with it blind to all else. Having saved up enough to by it. It took me nearly whole year to get it seaworthy. I had to clean her hull and repaint it. She under the paint I discovered had a copper hull. At first my only sailing experience was with small catamarans.
Now this was a step up to sailing something like a caravan with sails around it. But it did teach me a lot about sailing. First I used to only sail it during the day around the bay of the caldera Rabaul sits on. I really learned about fickle winds tides and currents back then. I learned to tack and to navigate. I was only later I got more confident to anchor over night. Explore further further away from Rabaul. My side kick was a young man call Tiko. He ever was a gentle giant. The nicest most easygoing person you could meet who loved any chance to got to sea and fish.
No air condition on this little yacht we always sail hatches open and windscoop to force cool air into the cabin. Most cooking was done on the deck. My off sider Tiko was a man mountain he away slept on the deck with a tarp over the boom. Visiting tribes along the coast was amazing experience. While some might of thought to take advantage of this rather young knave white feller. Tiko towered over everyone. His fist could hammer you into the ground like a tent peg, and strong as an ox. Various natives of different villages. You could see it in their eyes look up and up to Tiko with a WTF expression on there faces in awe. He was a man mountain. Generally if you respected the locals they respected you. Culture always dictates you see the village chief and ask permission to land. All creeks and waters are owned by some one.
On our trips we would catch fish take them to inland villages who do not normally have fish. In appreciation they would kill a pig and have sing sing feast. These fishing trips was of freedom my friends. But then reality kicked in. Like with everything in life the everyday need to earn a living. Tiko my big friendly giant of friend had no concept of white mans ways. This need to work? Why he used to ask me? All you need is sea the land and water to nourish you everything else is immaterial. But the world does not stand still, change is inevitable even in Tiko's world changes was afoot. Superstition in his own tribe over his gigantic size had made him an outcast.
I learned a lot from Tiko how to hunt with bows and arrow made with my own hands. How different plants can be used for medicinal purposes. How to make fire. Tiko was a master in his world he lived in. They did not need to know more of the outside world? Their world was far away from the outside world? Yet the outside work was coming to him as the mineral wealth and trees beckoned the hungry eyes of strangers voices there to plunder. Well the time came for me to work and in a parting gift to native friend I gave him my boat “Spirit of the wind:” Tiko made a living supply small villages among the islands for many years. But my love sail boats never waned they just got bigger.
New Guinea in reality is group of independent tribes more loyal to their clan than any concept of nationhood. In reality at time of independence they was a tribal society that tribes people were lucky to travel outside their tribal area. A village 2 km away could speak another language and be totally alien to them. While in New Britain they had been longer under influence of Christianity. But in the interior of New Guinea it was my friend the lost world stepping back thousands of years in time to stone age man.
These was priceless experiences that lay the foundations of an amazing journey my friends well before meeting the rest of trio. And long before the Haka incident. Many people and places and miles have passed since then.
I imagine Jose amigo and Prospectormikel and others that you still have many stories to tell also. Join me in a Coffee?
Kanacki
Just one of the many fishing tricks you can learn off the locals the world over. As JB said it mimicks what they like and triggers a feeding frenzy for some reason.
Simon you may be pleased to know old crow is being well behaved these days. Maybe even a contender for sainthood? :-) But every now and again the old pirate comes out in him?
Doc His little lad you can see him following one day in his old dads footsteps? If they do not both get lynched by the me too movement :-)
I spent many a day fishing along the northern coasts of new Britain and new Ireland. There is parts of coast I grew up with local natives that even still. When I visit they treatment like a long lost relative. Years ago when I was about 16 an opportunity came up in Rabaul to buy a small timber sail boat that once owned by a Dutchman. Who had sailed this tiny sailboat all the way to New Guinea from Holland.
Broke and owing money he left the country leaving the boat. It was a single masted sailing boat with a twin keel so in places of low tide she could sit upright on her keel. She had a fore and aft sail. a cabin in the bow with hatch above, a small hand pump toilet shower compartment. A small galley with gas cooking stove, ice box and a galley dining table that folded down into a small double bed. just under the entrance hatchway there was radio and small chart table opposite. More than two people the yacht was cramped. the open bridge was at the rear. She was steered by a tiller. yet there was controls for a small inboard low horse power Perkings diesel engine. The seats on the sides of the cockpit either sat over fuel water tanks while your feet rested on a floor with hatch over the small engine.
She was up on stocks on shore looking rather grotty. She was called " geest van de wind " meaning "
Spirit of the wind" in English. My father looked at and his eyes rolled up and tried to discourage me from buying it. But I just fell in love with it blind to all else. Having saved up enough to by it. It took me nearly whole year to get it seaworthy. I had to clean her hull and repaint it. She under the paint I discovered had a copper hull. At first my only sailing experience was with small catamarans.
Now this was a step up to sailing something like a caravan with sails around it. But it did teach me a lot about sailing. First I used to only sail it during the day around the bay of the caldera Rabaul sits on. I really learned about fickle winds tides and currents back then. I learned to tack and to navigate. I was only later I got more confident to anchor over night. Explore further further away from Rabaul. My side kick was a young man call Tiko. He ever was a gentle giant. The nicest most easygoing person you could meet who loved any chance to got to sea and fish.
No air condition on this little yacht we always sail hatches open and windscoop to force cool air into the cabin. Most cooking was done on the deck. My off sider Tiko was a man mountain he away slept on the deck with a tarp over the boom. Visiting tribes along the coast was amazing experience. While some might of thought to take advantage of this rather young knave white feller. Tiko towered over everyone. His fist could hammer you into the ground like a tent peg, and strong as an ox. Various natives of different villages. You could see it in their eyes look up and up to Tiko with a WTF expression on there faces in awe. He was a man mountain. Generally if you respected the locals they respected you. Culture always dictates you see the village chief and ask permission to land. All creeks and waters are owned by some one.
On our trips we would catch fish take them to inland villages who do not normally have fish. In appreciation they would kill a pig and have sing sing feast. These fishing trips was of freedom my friends. But then reality kicked in. Like with everything in life the everyday need to earn a living. Tiko my big friendly giant of friend had no concept of white mans ways. This need to work? Why he used to ask me? All you need is sea the land and water to nourish you everything else is immaterial. But the world does not stand still, change is inevitable even in Tiko's world changes was afoot. Superstition in his own tribe over his gigantic size had made him an outcast.
I learned a lot from Tiko how to hunt with bows and arrow made with my own hands. How different plants can be used for medicinal purposes. How to make fire. Tiko was a master in his world he lived in. They did not need to know more of the outside world? Their world was far away from the outside world? Yet the outside work was coming to him as the mineral wealth and trees beckoned the hungry eyes of strangers voices there to plunder. Well the time came for me to work and in a parting gift to native friend I gave him my boat “Spirit of the wind:” Tiko made a living supply small villages among the islands for many years. But my love sail boats never waned they just got bigger.
New Guinea in reality is group of independent tribes more loyal to their clan than any concept of nationhood. In reality at time of independence they was a tribal society that tribes people were lucky to travel outside their tribal area. A village 2 km away could speak another language and be totally alien to them. While in New Britain they had been longer under influence of Christianity. But in the interior of New Guinea it was my friend the lost world stepping back thousands of years in time to stone age man.
These was priceless experiences that lay the foundations of an amazing journey my friends well before meeting the rest of trio. And long before the Haka incident. Many people and places and miles have passed since then.
I imagine Jose amigo and Prospectormikel and others that you still have many stories to tell also. Join me in a Coffee?
Kanacki
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?? This is happening all around the world and even now trickling down to remotest corners of the globe.
