Thread: No good deed unrewarded.

Originally Posted by Ean Austral

Many years ago I was relief engineer on a boat and went to start an engine and a bank of batteries exploded all over me , I ran out of the engine room and jumped straight over the side of the boat . I remember looking up and seeing the look on the crew faces and them trying to work out if they should jump as well.

I guess you had to be there but it seems quite amusing when I think back about it.

Cheers Ean

It's hard to picture your scenario for most here I imagine, but I well remember the bloke in charge of the "battery room"at 2 Base Workshop when things went wrong, and all he had was a bunch of pretend mechanics and a couple of hoses, until one of us grabbed the fire hose. He was lucky, he was merely burned. In the eyes is worse, down the throat is worst.

Still, they tell me batteries are safe now......

A friend came for lunch one weekend with wife and two tiny kids in tow. All through lunch he was restless, squirming, couldn't sit still. In a quiet moment after lunch, he sought my help for a problem of his own making. He showed me the problem, which was an angry bright red. No wonder he was squirming. In order to heighten pleasure,(and I'm not sure his wife was aware of this) he'd applied something like deep heat or dencorub to the ferret, which was now' biting back'. I could only offer Washing facilities and after, sorboline and good luck. My wife and I have chuckled about it often since.
Don.

Originally Posted by johntins

Did it work???

No doubt the initial symptoms were, at least temporarily, forgotten.

Originally Posted by Ean Austral

Many years ago I was relief engineer on a boat and went to start an engine and a bank of batteries exploded all over me , I ran out of the engine room and jumped straight over the side of the boat . I remember looking up and seeing the look on the crew faces and them trying to work out if they should jump as well.

I guess you had to be there but it seems quite amusing when I think back about it.

Cheers Ean

I was taking part in the re-accreditation of helicopter rescue crews. My role was to act as a rescue-ee, the helo crews had to demonstrate that they could retrieve a casualty from a boat, an enclosed life-raft and the water. We had to coopperate, but not assist.

I was standing in a flood boat, waiting for Patrick, a lovely but rather small Torres Strait Island fellow, to decend and return to the chopper with me. As those who have met me will attest, I am anything but small.

The hardest part of this exercise is maintaining a set distance between the two craft. The pilot has no fixed object to reference and the downdraft keeps blowing the boat away.

As Patrick landed the boat pitched, the chopper got a metre closer, the excess winch rope coiled on the bottom of the boat and I stumbled, my foot landing in the coil of wire rope. All this happened simultaneously in under a second .
Realising that if the pilot did as he should and tried to keep the rope taut, I could loose a leg or foot, I converted my stumble into a dive overboard.

Poor Patrick, he had an admirable sense of responsibility and thought i had fallen. In a flash he jumped in after me, very concerned for my welfare.
A good chuckle was had by all, at the debrief.