He said, "We turned the boat over. The first time in my life. Mother my dear, come on, hurry up, give me some dry clothes and something to eat."

"Why do you want to hurry for something to eat?"

"We're going out again."

That's true. She got him some dry clothes and something to eat.

He said, "Mother, I've lost my two breech loaders. I've got to go over now and get a new one." So, he went over to see John Loveridge. He didn't know anything about father turning the boat over. John Loveridge was running the business over there, and John and father were the best kind of friends.

He said, "John, I need to get a breech loader. We had a misfortune. We turned the boat over. My first time. I lost my two breech loaders."

"Well," John said, "Skipper Andrew, if you're going to buy one breech loader, I'm going to give you the other one for nothing."

"That's up to you."

So he bought one breech loader and John Loveridge gave him the other. No more than an hour from the time he was in the house, got a lunch and dry clothes, he was out in the same spot again!

Tough, wasn't he? He was eighty-five years of age and had salmon nets out in Twillingate Bight. They had big grapelins, seventy and eighty pounds. He pulled in the whole lot, single-handed when he was eighty-five.

No matter if it was flat calm, he wouldn't go out without putting a rope around his waist and tied down somewhere in the boat. He always did that, when he went out single-handed. The way he put it, if he fell overboard and drowned, they had a better chance to get his body. And he lived to be ninety-three.

Father's name was Andrew, but everybody called him Chum. Chum Greenham.