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 This Fishing Life 1969 -  1980 Part IV More Company Business.  I don’t know why (I don’t think I was even a party to the idea. At least I don’t remember it.) we next bought a 60 ft. steel trawler from Holland, called the Greitje von Bouje (or something like that!) and put one of our long-term crew aboard her as Skipper. But about this time we were also approached by a Robert Doe (I believe he had a big agricultural machinery business in East Anglia) and his agents, to go into partnership. He would own the vessels, and we would manage them. (He even “loaned” us the expertise of his business manager, who introduced me to the dark art of budgeting!) So for starters we sold him the GVB. So now we had four vessels of our own and were managing one for Rbt. Doe. But we were obviously getting too big for our boots. Rbt. Doe didn't last long, and Doug wanted to be independent. So he left us and took the Stella as his pay-off. But then we bought the Vigilance. I think that was Mi...

 This Fishing Life. 1969 - 1980 Part III PROGRESS? I don’t remember whether Peter Bartlett came next or the Stella Marie, but our success with the Karen Marie was responsible for both. Peter was farming a National Trust farm on the coast near Polruan, but he also had a fishing boat, the Carmania. She was a 50 ft. Fifer, a cruiser-sterned, flush decker, rigged with gallows fore and aft. Peter wanted to join forces with us, so he was accepted as a fourth Director, although we jibbed at adding his initial to DAM Trawlers Ltd. So now we had a ‘fleet’, if two vessels can be called that. Ashore we were working out of a ground-floor store of one of the terrace of buildings along Quay Road on the Barbican at Plymouth. This, as the name suggests, was immediately across the cobbled road from the quay at which we normally moored, just around the corner from the fish market quay. This was suitable for storing gear, for maintaining the vessels, and fishing gear, but not really suitable for a...

 This Fishing Life. 1969-1980 Part II “THE DAILY GRIND.” To continue with the narrative, the day started about 6am when the catch was landed. This entailed the vessel getting a quayside berth, at least temporarily, to swing the iced boxes of fish ashore on a derrick from the fish-room. Each vessel generally had a hanger-on, an old retired fisherman living locally, who would help sort the catch. Although the catch had been iced away in boxes, all grades of each species were in the same box, but ashore, on sorting tables supplied by the market or the “agent” (in our case Mashford’s) the fish was separated from the ice and sorted into auction boxes with small, medium and large Lemons, Plaice, Megrims, etc. and each box was labelled with the vessels name. It was spread out on the market floor awaiting the auction which started at about 7.30am. Meanwhile, each vessel took on a stack of clean boxes, moved round to collect ice, discharged from a chute at the ice works, and fuel, if...

  THIS FISHING LIFE. 1969 – 1980 Part I I’ve been prompted to put something on paper (so to speak) of my experiences during the fishing stage of my life, by my inability to remember correctly the details of the joke about ‘hauling a mine’. But that will now come in due course. So how did I end up being a fisherman?  On leaving our island farm I/we tried to find a farm or small-holding on the mainland to move to. But we had very little capital, and anything that we could afford seemed to offer very little prospect. But brother Mick, who had been lobster fishing with me on Bardsey suggested we go into the trawling business from Plymouth. He too was restless in his job as a boatbuilder with Mashford’s of Cremyll. So somehow or other he’d teamed up with a Skipper from a trawling company in Plymouth. Doug Neilson had recently lost his job (and the boat under him!) so was looking into going solo. So we formed DAM Trawlers. (Douglas, Anthony, Michael. Although Mick had wanted...