Well, Facehugger hasn't affected my inner ear......

First time traveling with the machine - fishing trip off the coast of Washington this weekend.

So, in my experience, the May charters can be brutal out in the Pacific - consequently we generally fortify with plenty of liquid courage the night before at one of the watering holes down by the docks.

Fortunately, the flea-bag hotel we booked was right next to the tavern so driving was a non-issue, but I forgot to close the door before I passed out so first hour or so no CPAP. Wind start banging the door around so woke up and shut it and strapped on the facehugger - out until it was time to hit the boat - 4-1/2 hrs of sleep with the machine ON THE ROAD - not bad, starting to get the hang of it. (Almost late to the dock - couldn't find the room key, turns out I left it stuck in the doorknob all night)

Whoooeeee - rough day on the water, wind & raining to beat hell, seas at 6' and that doesn't count the turmoil crossing the bar where the Columbia meets the Pacific - damn boat heeled over far enough to dip the rails and flood the decks a couple times - first guy started puking 15 minutes out and we were in for a 3 hr ride before we even got to the fishing grounds.

Finally got out over a bank (high point on the Ocean floor) and started fishing, and it was good catching from the get go - we were hitting doubles on black sea bass with everyone hooking up (21 guys on the boat fishing at first) the deck was quickly covered with fish blood & slime. Really hard to hold your footing with the deck heaving, had to hug the rail most of the time, took one fall over backwards pulling a double over the rail (got lucky and didn't land on anything) - got a little too excited about my double, one of them was a big old canary rockfish - bright orange and about 15lbs - got yelled at by the skipper - not supposed to bring the orange ones on board, protected fish, my bad.

Anyway, after a couple hours we've limited the boat on the black fish (10per - caught over 200 total) by this time there are about 5 guys incapacitated (puking) and hanging out down in the cabin. I was hungry so I went down there and got my delicious Subway Cold Cut Combo with extra onions and Jalapenos and started eating it in the cabin......(hey I was REALLY hungry)....that set a couple more guys to puking and the rest of them kicked me (and my stanky sandwich) out onto the deck - managed to finish the sandwich one handed hanging on to the bait tank with the other.

We got out over a reef and started fishing for the real prize - Lingcod - by now only about 10 guys are still fishing, 2 of them are multi-tasking (puking and reeling) - Skip was pissed with all the nancy boys messing up his chance to limit the boat so he's out on deck yelling at us to get to catchin so we can get the hell back to the dock. I brought over a half dozen of them toothy monsters up to the deck, last one was the biggest, had to be over 20lbs - tied me for big fish on the boat and split the $100 pool, not bad.

Long story short - always been pretty good about big water, never been sick, but you never know....thought maybe messing up the way I sleep might have caused problems but ok so far.


Mac

Reminds me of the times I used to eat baloney and peanut butter sandwiches right next to my brother who was puking his guts out as we crossed the bar.... guess that's why I ended up working on a boat for a few summers and he didn't..... did a few stints as a deck hand on a commercial fishing boat off the Oregon coast in my very early teens.

To this day I still don't know why I thought that peanut butter and baloney sandwiches were good (or even edible). Guess I had no taste buds as a kid....and I definitely had no empathy for those who got seasick!

Weezy