Big Game Fishing Tours & Liveaboard Charters in Phuket, Thailand

Phantom Fishing

Well April arrived with the usual foolishness, one message I received even tried to take the pee out of the Thai Immigration Dept. I mean, try comparing them to Westmonster where nobody seems to know who they work for.” At least our boys here are more forthright about their business. 555

April also saw the dates for the annual PST fishing tournament being announced as being the 20th to the 23rd November so mark your diaries and get your boats booked. Let me know if you require further information or contact Walter direct at:- walter:w3er@mac.com

With the water temperature being at its peak this time of the year fishing was slow as per normal, but with Songkran just round the corner our long overdue rain should arrive any time now and rectify our overheating problem, therefore not much to report this month, so if you will excuse an old Pirate, I’ll reminisce:-

April also sees me notching up yet another year, a birthday I used to share with an old pal, now sadly with Davy Jones. So in memory of a good friend I thought I would once again tell the story of Richelieu Rock and “Laurence’s” ghost.

About 20 Ks off the Surin Islands is a place named after the only “Farang” (white foreigner) ever to be in charge of the Thai Navy, Richelieu Rock, one of the top 5 dive sites on earth. So now please imagine the location, a rock in the middle of nowhere.

Some years ago my young mate Eric, a highly trained exponent of working in dangerous environments was relaxing of an evening, and being no longer interested in the party on board the boat, not to mention having had a “few”, decided to take a paddle around Richelieu Rock on a small sea canoe, on his own, just to chill, as one does, late at night, in the middle of nowhere.

As he had rounded the rock, losing sight of his “parent” boat, an “still chillin”, he looked down into the crystal clear water only to be confronted by the torch lights of 3 or 4 divers on a night dive about 7 or 8 meters below him. Eric being the type of character he is, stripped off, and decided to go down for a visit.

For every diver, their first night dive is very special, I mean “spooky” special, for above you is the eerie light of the moon beams trickling down and giving the water that mysterious, scary sparkle, with only the beam of your torch to give you a vague sense of reality.

At this point a very fit, agile, naked, young nutter, who is running short on breath on a “free” dive, decides to “buddy” breathe, and from behind, taps an unwitting diver on the shoulder and “signs” for air.  At this point the rookie takes off, fins a flappin, in the direction of the other divers forcing Eric to the surface for air, extremely pissed off, “The *****  wouldn’t give me any air”.

Years later when retelling the story, in my bar, as an example of inexperienced divers, I remembered a story my pal Laurence had once told me, about the “Ghost of Richelieu Rock” the details of which are written up in his (MV Phoenix) ship’s log. It tells of where four divers, including an instructor, all confirm seeing a “white” ghost which just appeared out of nowhere then disappeared.

For by the time the shocked divers surfaced, Eric was well on his way back to his “mother” ship, which being on the other side of the rock would have been invisible to the traumatized divers.

Eric Roth – The Ghost of Richelieu Rock.

Laurence Walker – Gone but not forgotten.

This month’s humor:-

Thai guy phones his boss. -  “Sorry boss, I late because I have accident and I kill a pig, what should I do?

Boss – “Hide the pig and we will come back for it later, when there is no one about.”

Thai guy – Job done boss, now what do I do about the motorbike and driver?”

Tight lines to all.

Jimmy