After the paint crew sanded and primed the hull, Fire Chief Blake found an effective dust-wetting system, getting everything drenched and making a lot of noise in the process. The next day the crew painted the hull to perfection. One tiny bug was stuck to the side by two legs, but was released unharmed. The painters will paint the waterline last; for now they’re prepping the deck and upper sides for white and grey paint.

Spray-Painting “Fighting Lady Yellow”

Painted Hull with Port Lights

Julian Brown, dredger, fisherman, and philosopher, has been seizing every non-rainy day moment to scoop out the channel. He dug up lots of old stakes and parts of long-sunk boats, but in his whole career has never found any bones or signs of foul play. He recalled working with a now-deceased Marshallberger named Ham Bone who was content to live simply. “He told me he’d always be happy because he didn’t want anything. He said, ‘Julian, you’ll never be satisfied.'” But Julian is satisfied for the time being with the pilings he set, because they’ll secure the Cherokee just fine once she’s launched, and meantime he can tie up his dredge there.

Jeanette and Chris are busy below installing hinges and trim. Paul, Kerry, and Bill Davis are working away on finish work, and Leonard is bending and glassing Divinicell for a flybridge seat.

Leonard Fiberglassing Flybridge Seat

Follow the cricket noises and you’ll find Tom Parker happily working on galley cabinets. Whether drumming for bands with too-loud guitar players or working a noisy skill-saw, Tom always wears ear protection.

Tom Building Cabinets

FishDoc stopped by Skeeter Saunder’s house in Atlantic and found him sewing a net on his front porch. Skeeter was nervous and excited about a trawler he just bought from “across the sound.” Why is he nervous? Because he’s always been captain of Luther Smith and Son’s ocean-going trawlers, and this year he thought he’d try “retiring” into a smaller trawler of his own and go independent. “I’ve had to pour more money into her than I expected,” he said. “I’m hoping for a good shrimp crop like they had last year, but I don’t know.” We drove down to Atlantic harbor where trawler after trawler waited for nightfall. The first thing you see when you step out onto the dock is a sign that says “Welcome to misery.” Skeeter’s new boat was larger than most of the trawlers in the harbor, and what a beauty that vessel was! “Don’t you want to take a picture of her engine room?” he asked. Of course I did! With the high price of fuel and the low price of shrimp, it’s no wonder Skeeter is apprehensive about leaving his company boat. But he sure did look proud standing in the wheel house of “Miss Cookie”, named after the other “she” in his life – his wife! Signing off for now, Barbara “Fish Doctor” Blake