Thread: How not to be invited again....

This is an interesting thread....
Touch wood I've never had a bad fishing trip, it's normally the muilti day trips where things can wear a bit thin but after the trip is over you look back and say, hell that was fun, remember when so and so was fu-king everyone off.
I do agree with the unspoken rules which everyone should kind of know but really it's only the people that normally fish that would know them. I mean I have taken mates out who are bloody hopeless on the boat and everything to do with boating and fishing, what I tend to forget is that not everyone has had the opportunity to go fishing when they were kids so how would they know what the unspoken rules would be.
I quite enjoy the newby's on the boat as long as they are trying to be helpful. I'm also enjoying meeting new people and picking up on some of their tips and tricks.
I also like people with a different view on things, whether I agree with it or not....makes for a different conversation. The older I get I think the more open-minded I'm becoming.

I spose my biggest hate on a boat, especially when I'm the skipper is people getting so pissed they can hardly look after themselves .....If something was to happen they put everyone on board in danger.
I was told by a charter skipper......you can tell how good the day is going to be by how much piss they bring onboard.

Originally Posted by screamO

I spose my biggest hate on a boat, especially when I'm the skipper is people getting so pissed they can hardly look after themselves .....If something was to happen they put everyone on board in danger.
I was told by a charter skipper......you can tell how good the day is going to be by how much piss they bring onboard.

Really, really annoying is the idiots that turn up late, unprepared, and hung over as fuck. Man that gets me down. You end up with deadweight passengers for as long as it takes for them to get their shit together. This used to be a real problem with the guys I knocked around with when I lived in Cape Town, fishing there is a serious business as its straight out into dangerous currents and some big ass swells, but for some or other reason part of the culture was this habit of getting absolutely hammered whilst getting ready the night before. Add that to the insane amounts of breakfast brandy these guys would consume, and 3 or 4 trips was enough for me. We were all the same age roughly, at least half of those guys are dead now.

The one time I remember it was our boss, he of the unblemished character and stellar track record as he liked to tell us frequently. You can imagine how awkward it was for us to try and get him to stop drinking the night before because we could see what was going to happen... Next morning before dawn we’re up and raring to go getting everything sorted... and this guy stumbles out looking like he would welcome a visit from the Grim Reaper, right now please. He didn’t manage to fish for a minute and sat like a wet sack of shit in the corner the entire day, in the way, on one of the only two decent chairs on board, moaning about “something I ate”.

Dick.

Or they bring no piss, its a fine line

I'm always happy to take newbies out fishing. The ones who will get an invite back out again are the ones who get into the spirit of it, aren't afraid to muck in and make an effort to help out and clean up etc., and the ones who don't whinge and complain if it's a slow day fishing. I don't care if they need help setting up their rigs/tying knots or handling fish etc so long as they've got a good attitude. Offering to chip in for gas, bringing some food to share etc goes a long way too.

One guy in particular sticks out for all the wrong reasons. Me & a couple buddies were headed to Mavora Lakes for a fly fishing trip. I fish with both these guys a lot & they're great value. One of them brought a newbie along on this particular trip (it had been cleared with us first), as this guy had been begging my mate to teach him how to fly fish. He instantly struck me as a bit peculiar, but didn't come across bad. Had a good first night at camp with beers shared amongst all and good chat. But once the fishing started the following morning it quickly became apparent that this guy was gonna drive us all mental. Two of us headed out ahead while my buddy spent some time with his mate giving him tips, helping him spot some cruising browns etc, but the guys attitude was awful. Complete bloody airhead, and just wasn't aware (or didn't care) about anything around him and wouldn't listen to any advice from any of us. He knew all about how spooky trout can be, and had been told to move quietly and carefully, but he would just splash his way through the shallow water without a care in the world. Eventually I got so frustrated I moved about a kilometre up the lake ahead of him. At one point I'd got onto a bloody nice cruising brown that was taking off the surface. Spent about 20mins changing my fly, planning my approach and sneaking into position. Was finally just getting into casting position when all of a sudden a rock came splashing down right beside the fish. This bloody guy had got bored fishing and had walked up behind me and decided to just start chucking rocks. That was the last straw. Guy was a complete clown with no focus or interest in even trying. Was a bloody shame too cos it was the first time he'd ever picked up a fly rod and he could cast better than most serious fly fishers I know. Then the morning we were packing up camp to head home he realises he's dropped a box of my mates flies somewhere around the lake and just took off to go hunt for them while we packed up camp. We ended up sitting around for about 2hrs waiting for him to come back, emptyhanded of course. Never even apologised, let alone offer to replace my mates flies. Needless to say we never saw the guy again after that trip.

lol sounds like a real champ Pixie Z. I've had a couple of guys who wanted me to teach them about fishing ( saltwater) one wanted me to bait his hook and take any fish off. Did that for a bit until I got sick of it and said he could sort his own shit out. he was using my rod and tackle. Another guy ( who is my best mate) started reading books about knots and the like and seemed to want to do his learning out of a book. All good but he also wanted me to take him hunting but doesn't want to use a scope and has no idea about stalking which put the dampeners on my hunting for a while as I waited for him to get gear ( he bought a Baikal 308 with open sites) and stuff. Time to get back to solo hunting so I've got a chance of getting something. Still he has learned to chip in with the boat chores and doesn't mind paying for gas, bait and burly etc... so not all bad

Ugh, so many already similar responses. I haven't done multi day trips but me and mates have been out a fair bit and usually grab an extra here or there.

But people that are newer that just don't listen to the advice for stuff they ask about is the biggest black mark. The other one is not offering to chip in somehow or if they've been at least once before but don't contribute the 2nd time they can get the cut pretty quick. Don't care too much how rich or poor you are - you bring what you can and make the damn effort or I'm not making any effort back

If I ever steal the old mans vessel, and I would often, I usually make sure there's fillets for him before I eat

Not fishing but.... Here is the reason I dumped a hunting "buddy".....

I'd organised a weekend pig hunting trip with someone I'd hunted with a few times, seemed ok. I had to call the hunt off a few days before because something unexpected had cropped up, and organised it for the following weekend. But I taken that person there a few times before and he and some random mates went there hunting anyway. They got their Landrover stuck on the track, went back to the farm and borrowed the tractor without asking. While trying to pull the Landy out they rolled the tractor down the hill and into the river..... And I get an irate farmer ringing me that night asking why I said they were allowed to go out......

Or; another doozy..... You bring an acquaintance out for a hunt. He asks if his mate can come too. "Sure" I say. Coming back we stop the wagon and talk to the farmer who is helluva frosty with me compared to usual. I just think that he must've had a barney with the missus or a bad case of man-opause and think nothing of it. I get home and about an hour later get a ring from the farmer absolutely losing his nut with me..... Turn's out the "mate" and a few of his mates had been out there the week earlier rounding up all the cockies wild goats..... That was in the days when a white feral nanny was fetching $600-ish dollars.

I pleaded not guilty to him; because I didn't know anything about it. I apologised profusely and thankfully he calmed down and realised that I was as f***ed off as him. And also thankfully; didn't ban me from the property. I rang my mate up and blew my stack. Turns out he didn't know anything about it either! His "friend" had f***ed us both over.....

It's just decent to:
pay towards fuel
be on time
bring your own bait
know how to tie a trace and bait your own
keep only thenumber of fish you need, not the legal limit and definitely not more than the legal limit
share your catch with the skipper, especially if he's had a bad day
stick around and help stow things away and clean the boat

When I dive, I also offer to take all the empty tanks to the dive shop for a fill - I figure I'm going there anyway,... Owners can pick them up and pay for the air once at their convenience. It goes a long way to getting a second and subsequent invite!

I would always given a a old work mate venison even when we had stopped working together, sometimes butchered meat or hole animals. This guy was a keen fishermen, i said how about i give you some gas money for a feed of fish next time your out.thinking he might say na na your sweet. Got a message and he said got some fish how does $50 sound. So thinking must be a good amount of fish the wife went in to town and picked up the fish and paid. We would have been lucky to get two feeds out of it. Never given him any more meat after that day.

I'm going back to the begining haha. This thread is hilarious!
I also don't feel like my hunting buddies are so bad after all

There is a boat by the same name moored in Nelson