Vista
Clara
The
Vista Clara or Clear View was named by the owner Greg Real in some
part because his own eyesight was a little shaky. According to what
he said anyway.
I could understand the irony. Greg was giving me a
sales pitch to come work on his brand new 27ft Anderson with twin
350s . It was a fast boat and he would beat the crap out us in
choppy seas to drive home that fact. He was in need of a couple good
divers, or any divers for that matter, to make the math work out for
his bottom line. House payment and boat payment etc. It did not
hurt that I had the 1 ton international dually pick-up, because the
truck he owned did not have adequate horsepower to pull his boat out
of the water.
Greg was a smart guy, you would think he would have
foreseen this problem. I suspect he did, but made a business
decision to hold off, anticipating he would not need to pull the boat
out of the water for a while. After all , I am thinking he thought,
brand new boat, which should be working steadily that summer up in
Northern California, and he could rent a guest slip at the marina
during downtimes. Fair enough a reasonable forecast. Then when I came
into the picture, plan B was hatched. It was a good thing because
what Greg did not anticipate was the bugs. Experienced operators,
know that a brand new commercial vessel, has to be “broken In so to
say. It is refereed to as 'getting the bugs out.' This process is
applicable to brand new commercial machine equipment in many fields.
It turns out Greg had more bugs than the average. The annoying
little things that would go wrong, seemed endless. Several of them
were serious enough to haul the boat out of the water. This delayed
or postponed diving operations, and frustrated the crew. Greg
appeared apoplectic at times. All those lost days and the money he
could have earned. Greg had all the numbers in his head. Eventually
the bugs got worked out and I did not expect any compensation for
providing my trucks services when the need arose as I had a vested
interest in keeping the boat working. He eventually purchased one,
but in the meantime I was more than happy to perform that service for
him, if only to show off what my old truck could do.
Greg's
Dad was a WWII veteran and the Bataan death March. That was reflected
in Greg's operation, especially in the food area. Greg was a wizard
with money, and was always in the hunt for the next big money making
scheme. Raising earth worms in his backyard was one I was talked
into helping with. He was going to get rich raising earthworms.
Sounded good at the time he had a good sales pitch, that im sure was
used on him. Never quite mentioned how that turned out.
Greg
was high energy and he was really excited about his new boat and
operation. He had been working on one of the Glen Huebner boats for
a while. Rocky was running the Nu Venture for Glen. The NU Venture
was a converted tidewater boat, that used to run supplies out to the
oil rigs from Carpenteria and other places. Not very fast but sturdy,
I worked on her for a trip when Glen was desperate for crew and
offered me 70 percent, when I hesitated.
Anyway
I had seen Greg on the NU Venture many times. What he lacked in
diving talent he made up for in the other areas I have mentioned. I
had issue s with his method of payment. Well not really his method
but the delay. When I complained, he offered to buy me a hamburger.
After
I blew up he explained that he had to run all the money thru a
specific bank in SB. The Bank gave him his loans and that was one of
the conditions. Since we were in Bodega Bay, paychecks took way
longer than I was comfortable with.
I
was more than relieved when the processors began cutting divers
checks less the boat owners share. Even though this was an on going
trend in the urchin business, some owners would still insist on
getting the check and paying the crew through their account. Probably
so the longer they took to pay, the more interest earned on money
that was not technically theirs.
It happened that I was working on the Vista Clara right around the
same time Andreas began buying urchins. Greg was all for it, as his
prices were higher. I am sure he was paying more to gain market
share,in competition with the established processors.
I
was so happy to get 90 cents a pound for traditionally poor quality
from San Nicolas Island. Big huge urchins, plenty of roe but dark.
One day Greg was arguing with Andreas brother
because the price came down from a buck. Greg would not listen to me
about business decisions. I just wanted to get the check and get the
hell out of there, with our 90 cents. I still felt like we were
getting away with something. Greg was not to happy with me, and I
ended up moving on shortly thereafter. Greg tried being a light boat
for the squid fishery, for awhile. He ended up selling yachts to the
rich and not-so-famous. Last time I saw him he wanted me to go down
to Mexico and re-po a boat, though nothing ever came of it
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