Alright as promised, here it is.
In order to explain some of the circumstances here I have to explain something first. My family and I used to go to Bamfield Marine Science Station every summer for a vacation(for my sister, my step-mother, and myself. My dad goes there to work). Because we went out there more or less every year, my father had purchased a boat so he(and I) could go fishing whenever we wanted to. The boat was a 12-foot small tin boat, and I used to use it regularly.
Anyway, I'm fishing off of a cape, a location known for being very good for jigging for rockfish. It's also about half a kilometer from the sea lion colony, so they like to get their food there too, leading to sea lions sometimes grabbing the fish that people have been fishing up.
So I'm jigging off the front of my boat and I see a sea lion pop its head up about 4 or 5 meters away. I start thinking to myself Damn, this fucker's just gonna steal my fish whenever I catch one. So I yelled at it to get away, and it buggered off. Still worried that he just popped under the water for a little bit, I pull up my reel and drive another 200 meters away. I get set up again, and once again I see the sea lion pop its head up. I yell at it again, and, once again it seems to swim off.
About 5 minutes later, I hear a splash and I feel the tinny start tilting upwards. Startled, I turn around and see this bull sea lion has jumped onto the back of my boat and is just roaring at me. Now you have to understand- a bull sea lion can weigh half a tonne, so the back of my boat is literally almost at the point where it'll start taking on water. So I stand up at the front of my boat and I start just screaming at this animal, because I know that if it comes onto the boat anymore, the boat is going to sink.
The bull sea lions seemed to be completely undeterred by my high pitched squeals of terror and feigned rage, so my mind starts running at a full adrenal rush. In a move that some people see as bravery and others- including myself- see as distilled stupidity, I slap the thing across its face. It was startled enough that it hopped off of the back of my boat. I decide that I've had enough, and that I really needed to change my pants, so I packed up and headed back for the harbor.
Anyway, I'm fishing off of a cape, a location known for being very good for jigging for rockfish. It's also about half a kilometer from the sea lion colony, so they like to get their food there too, leading to sea lions sometimes grabbing the fish that people have been fishing up.
So I'm jigging off the front of my boat and I see a sea lion pop its head up about 4 or 5 meters away. I start thinking to myself Damn, this fucker's just gonna steal my fish whenever I catch one. So I yelled at it to get away, and it buggered off. Still worried that he just popped under the water for a little bit, I pull up my reel and drive another 200 meters away. I get set up again, and once again I see the sea lion pop its head up. I yell at it again, and, once again it seems to swim off.
About 5 minutes later, I hear a splash and I feel the tinny start tilting upwards. Startled, I turn around and see this bull sea lion has jumped onto the back of my boat and is just roaring at me. Now you have to understand- a bull sea lion can weigh half a tonne, so the back of my boat is literally almost at the point where it'll start taking on water. So I stand up at the front of my boat and I start just screaming at this animal, because I know that if it comes onto the boat anymore, the boat is going to sink.
The bull sea lions seemed to be completely undeterred by my high pitched squeals of terror and feigned rage, so my mind starts running at a full adrenal rush. In a move that some people see as bravery and others- including myself- see as distilled stupidity, I slap the thing across its face. It was startled enough that it hopped off of the back of my boat. I decide that I've had enough, and that I really needed to change my pants, so I packed up and headed back for the harbor.
