Brian

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If you Google it, you'll find the ritual, it's something like a pint of beer for every club member at the next meeting I renamed 2 previous boats, I had no trouble with the first, but I had lots of engine problems with the last one, might have been connected with renaming it, although I'm not really superstitious, but I don't think I'd take the chance again!!! I'll second Elite signs by the Potters Arms Hamworthy, I had "MegaByte" for both sides and the stern plus "Poole" for the stern and it came to

Jim I see that you're not happy with one "Mummy", your boat has sprouted a second one to keep it company.

Divide the "Seconds" by 60 to convert to Decimal of a "minute". e.g: 50 41

Thanks Dave. After comparing the two, I'm going with Common Goby. Was that you I saw heading out past Old Harry Monday morning? I called you on the radio.

I should have said, it was about 4" long, I think it's a "Common Goby".

before I add this to my species list, I need to be sure what it is, can you help? I think it's a Goby.

Hello Jay Kay Are you local to Poole? If you are try to get along to the next club meeting. You'll get a very warm welcome, it's next Thursday at Parkstone Trades and Labour Club. If you're worried about the depth in Cobbs I assume you're on the far side of 'F' pontoon, I used to have a 20ft boat along that side and never had any trouble with the depth, just keep well away from the bank at low water.

As from Monday 5th October the 12:00 lift will revert to 12:30. See local notice to mariners 11/09. Timetable

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Dave If the indicator lamp is blown, there won't be an exitation current to start the altenator charging. Being a diesel your revcounter is almost certainly driven by the altenator, so no output = no revcounter.

As far as I know, the Sept comp is the only "Open" comp. I think the small change to the rules to allow Kayaks to fish in pairs makes sense.

Mt trailer is held together with 'U' Bolts.

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Hello Alan Welcome to the club. you've certainly come to the correct place. Hopefully see you at the club meeting on 1st Oct.

Thanks Guys Grandson keeps reminding me that I was beaten by an 8 year old.

Hi Allan You should have come over for a chat. I have to say I don't really like baiter, I had to wade too far. Think I'll take a years' pass for Cobbs from 1st April, their year runs 1st April to 31st March with no reduction for part year.

The weather and other things finally let me launch MegaByte for it's maiden voyage yesterday (Sunday). I'm delighted and can't get over how quiet the engine is. Here's the first fish to ever come aboard, a small bass caught by my Grandson, I blanked (my excuse is that I wasn't really fishing, I was counting canoes, as I was a race marshall).

Maiden voyage will be tomorrow, I'm one of the safety boats for the Poole Harbour Kayak race. That should be one of the Marshall Boats.

Just put the name on MegaByte, so you'll know it's me if you see me about.

You need a "Short Range Certificate (SRC) Licence". Do a Google search for RYA courses in your area for GMDSS VHF. The course is one day, but you need to learn the Phonetic Alphabet before you go. You also need a Ships Licence, you can apply online, it's free (if you apply by post it's

Ian Pity about the one HarryS had for sale, that sounded a very good buy. Good luck, I'm sure you'll find one, but be patient and the right one will come along. Have you looked on Boats and Outboards, there's one HERE he's asking

Hello Ian What's your budget? There's one here at

Garmin GPS 128 for sale, complete with Owners manual.

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