On Saturday, we had a joint expedition from Whitby. With me was John Farrow (SOMG) on his boat Mystic Girl. On board my boat, a Warrior 175, was John Hudson. The day was special for two reasons; one being this was my maiden voyage, the other that it was John Hudson 47th birthday! The launch went without eventuality, and whilst the sea conditions looked as forecast, slight to smooth, the fog was pretty awful. Once we were just out of the piers, a GPS reference mark was taken, so we could find our way back if the fog didnâ€™t lift. We were to be fishing inshore between Runswick and Port Mulgrave on a mark which we jokingly refer to as â€œJohnâ€™s nobâ€. It is a rocky circular shaped ridge that SOMG likes to fish and itâ€™s usually kind enough to provide a fish or two for our teas. Rarely in fact does it fail. Itâ€™s a mark that is difficult to discuss over the VHF howeverâ€¦â€¦â€¦..â€lets have another try over Johnâ€™s nob again, eh?â€ True to form, John made sure his nob didnâ€™t let him down, and he was the first to get his string pulled. :educated: A redgill eel did the damage for John. Annoyingly, he went on to catch the second, third, fourth and fifth codling, before John and I had even had a touch. We were being waterlicked 5 nil. :butt: John and I tried jiggers, shads, baited hockeyes with no luck at all. We were beginning to think this new boat of mine was jinxed, when another drift with a small pirk over the mark finally saw action. Itâ€™s great to latch onto the first fish of the year on the first trip of the year, but itâ€™s a little bit more special too on your maiden voyage of your first boat too. Not a big codling, but for the reasons mentioned, a bit of a milestone! Another slightly smaller fish followed on the next drift, so at least â€œJohnâ€™s nobâ€ had yielded tea for my family! Meanwhile John Farrow kept adding a few more fish to his box! Another three quarters of an hour went by and John Hudson hadnâ€™t had anything of an enquiry. I said he could raid my pirk box and choose any one he wanted for his birthday. Not a dozen jigs later with a new pirk and his 12lb class rod hooped over. Birthday success at last. It also happened to the fish of the day for the three of us! The sun kept poking through the mist every now and again, but once it looked like â€œJohnâ€™s nobâ€ had dried up, we headed back towards Kettleness to try some others. The fog was quite patchy and John signalled that heâ€™d seen something ahead and we slowed down to find Yakkin Sam and Boomstick on a high state of alert in the middle of a fog bank. Theyâ€™d heard us homing straight in at them and had paddles ready in case evasive reaction was required. :scared: :scared: We stopped and had a natter with them, and spent five minutes fishing. I was quietly confident that â€œlocal legend /seadog Samâ€ would be sitting over fish, but if he was, they didnâ€™t play ball whilst we were with them. We moved on to try another couple of marks, but no further joy. Listening to the charter skippers on the VHF, it sounded like many of them had found the day a bit of a struggle too. So with nothing more doing, we motored back to Whitby slipway about 4pm, relieved that my maiden voyage had passed without event. All we had to do was get my boat back on the trailerâ€¦â€¦â€¦ On the first winch up the slipway, the winch strap got down the side of the winch, so I had to push the boat out and start again. Second time round I was more careful to spread the strap more evenly on the winch, only for the strap to slip and do the same again. :angry: I couldnâ€™t face doing a third winching operation, so I wound on, only for the strap to snap sending the boat flying down the trailer and launching it beyond the slipway. It was impossible to stop it rolling off the trailer, so once it had hit the water, John Hudson gallantly did his best to stop it drifting too far away. Luckily he stopped it before the water was up to his chest. Unfortunately for him however, he was only wearing thigh waders at the time! :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: I wish we had footage of this on film. Iâ€™m sure it could have been sold for Â£250 and seen on Saturday evening television!