
Originally Posted by
Captain Fred Archer
Again, please allow me to say that I am absolutely overwhelmed by the kind words and comments being made here. Because of my true goals in life, it is so very good to hear that I might have helped some of you in some small ways, or that I might be the thorn in your side or the little, fuzzy monster who yells in your ear "Hey, hey, hey! Give it a try, will ya? C'mon, c'mon, try some of this stuff!" Just please know that your words and support have caused this old salt to stop typing my thanks again because frankly, I get too choked up.
But Sal, Sal, Sal, the Peter Wright thing. Dollars will get you doughnuts that the boat "Motor Mouth" (his Aussie Reef nickname) was either driving or fishing off of was Stewart Cambell, who is in fact a very wealthy, successful man with something like forty billfish line class world records who you would never know was a big shot - something that I like in a man - and who owns the legendary Merritt, Chunda. And yes, Chunda has a custom, mind-blowing special reverse gearing system that lets her get up AND PLANE BACKWARDS LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL!
I have caught whites and blues off of her with Captain Barkey Garnsey at the helm. Barkey is a legend in his own right as far as big game captains are concerned and furthermore is a decorated, multi-shot down and eventually wounded (butt shot, no less) assault chopper pilot who we figured out one day actually flew a support mission with rockets and gat gun fire for a small unit of guys I was leading. We were very good at what we did, but we had stumbled into a very bad predicament that Barkey and his wingman fearlessly came in on and literally saved our lives while ignoring and ducking a .51 cal m-gun, one super bad assed weapon, that was trying to waste both 'patchies instead of us, like it had been doing. Barkey wiped that gun crew off the face of the earth for us. That situation over there was small enough and personal time frameworks so precise that it is sometimes easy for a couple of vets to figure out things like this. Both of us were completely blown away as our conversation about that bad place and the things that we had seen and done over there led us to realizing that we had both been locked into the same nasty firefight and that I probably owed him my life. Heavy!
I can tell you for a fact that when Chunda goes out of forward gear and you hear her engines roar and the deck starts to rise up under your feet, much like the feeling you get when an elevator goes up, and suddenly you are hauling ass backwards at over fifteen knots, it is the damndest feeling ever and for me, one of the coolest. It's a ***** cranking in all the slack that's created, but it's all worth it when Barkey kicks the mills into forward, stops Chunda, and there's this marlin virtually at your feet, looking at you with a look that seems to say, "What the hell are YOU doing here? I thought I left you four hundred yards back!" Doink! Tagged. BARBLESS CIRCLE HOOK cut off short and it's off to the next one. I wouldn't want to do that every day, but I'll tell ya, it's one helluva ride if you've never had one like it!
Anyway, I'll bet that Stewart was cranking and that Barkey was somewhere aboard - that boat or its twin goes nowhere without him - for that GBFT performance. I guess maybe what happened down there confirms what I say if put into a corner and without trying to offend anyone - top, well-rounded, widely experienced anglers will be successful no matter where they fish.
Yeah, had to be Chunda and Motor Mouth and Da Boys!