Heres a bit of trivia regarding the bad luck with narnas on the boat.... Apparently years ago bannanas used to be transported on boats and the fellas that loaded the boats refused to load them as there was a type of spider that would get into the creates of bannanas that was very deadly, and it would bite the blokes loading the when their fingers went into the box while loading them and they would get very sick and DIE..... hense donot load narnas onto your boat it had nothing to do with bad luck on the boat ,just that you couldnt get anyone to load them on !!!!

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I heard that the gas given off by the ripening fruit sent all other fresh fruit/veg rotten an the crew got sick quicker

there are probably 100 other rumours
lets hear 'em

I heard the gas from all the ripening fruit ignites and blew up the ship...

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I heard that the gas given off from ripening bananas killed the slaves below deck,but back then, no one knew why, but the slaves stopped dieing when they stopped feeding them narnies...having said that, a spider from south america, Brazil and else where called the Wandering spider turned up in places loke London. It is thought that the spider,on par with the funnel web as far as its venom goes, turned up from Bannan imports, so there might be some truth in the first post.....just saying....

I've posted the truth about this before, some of the longer term members may well remember, here it is again -

Once there was a great Roman General named Mackerelus Maulus who as well as being very good at disposing of Caesar’s enemies was a fisherman of great renown. Mackerelus was as innovative in fishing as he was in war. Rather than using nets or baited lines for grouper and such he would ply the seas trailing jewel-like baubles holding hooks behind the boat. Only the fastest and strongest fish would be capable of catching these ‘lures’ and Mackerelus would battle them from his galley that had been greatly modified at the stern for his fixation.
The General soon realised that speed was an important factor in attracting the largest fish so his galley slaves were the fittest and strongest of the entire fleet. One day after dealing some of Caesar’s retribution to the Carthage fleet he decided to fish a convenient current line not far from the carnage.
Soon he had a nice pattern spread across his wake, he had just started to doze when the left outrigger let go. Mackerelus bolted for the chair as the ratchet on his Maxamillionaire screamed. The fight was short and disappointing, instead of a silver fish he had jagged a fat old shaman that had been on one of the boats he had sunk less that an hour ago.
He was about to cut the line to the hapless soul when the quick thinking shaman recognised whom had caught him. He called his name and begged to be spared, saying that he knew a secret way to gain more speed from his rowers. (Mackerelus’s yearning for faster rowers was well known across the Mediterranean). Curiosity got the better of the General and he dragged the man aboard to gain his secret.
The shaman told Mackerelus about a little known fruit that grew in a far off land that gave the strength of ten men to those who ate only them. The General immediately provisioned a ship and sent it off to bring back the plant. The plants were propagated in a secret garden outside Rome and the small yellow pieces of fruit fed to the rowers with outstanding results.
One year later the general’s ship had moved like it had wings. Mackerelus now regularly battled the fastest and mightiest fish of the sea. Presenting the rarest flesh to his Emperor and court, his fame now well known across the empire. A select group of rowers were now supervised by the shaman whom was personally responsible for their diet; they were all colossuses amongst normal men.
It was about this time that the Cathaginian’s had stepped up their campaign of looting Rome’s supply lines. This had cut considerably into the General’s fishing time making him a rather testy individual. He decided that the raids had gone far enough so planned a bold attack at the enemy’s heart. He gathered his ships and headed off to the City port of Carthage to catch then unawares.
Unfortunately for Mackerelus a keen sighted sentry caught sight of his fleet and warned the enemy General who barely had enough time to put to sea and sail out to meet the Romans.
Now Mackerelus who had fed his rowers an extra ration of the fruit prior to leaving was several leagues ahead of his main fleet. When he saw the enemy sailing out to meet him he recklessly ordered the attack forgetting his distance from the main Roman fleet.
The enemy watched in amazement the single ship bearing down on them at incredible speed. One by one the Carthaginian ships fell to the General’s boat as it flew amongst them. The General’s luck finally ran out as by weight of numbers his ship was overwhelmed and sunk with all on board lost.
The Roman fleet now leaderless also fell. Within a year the Rome was conquered and the empire destroyed. The Greek alchemists who were only one simple step away from discovering the secret of nuclear fusion were all killed along with a similar group that had found a simple herb that increased human longevity and health many fold.
That is how we came to the present day and why bananas are seen as the unluckiest fruit you can take on a boat.

LEGEND

Ah nice one Dick

You truly are growing some good stuff in kunnunnurra me thinks

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SHEESH........... Dick that beat,s the p..s outa my story !!!!!! YOU WIN............

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Hail DICK the bannana king

I won't even eat the f...kers a week before going fishing just in case there is still some in my bowels

good to get the true story at last, thanks dick

Great story dick . Can you tells us more about the lures he was using???

Cheers
Jeffish

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Mainly Gladius' and Javlins up to a pes long I think, you had to change the grapples though the standards would straighten on a good fish. The larger hand crafted quinquireme heads set in close were deadly as well, best colour was massacre red

If you have read my " deckie reject" post old mate had banana boat sunscreen as well. One night when wasn't looking we nicked it from his tackle box, took it down to the pontoon at the banyan farm and chucked it in the compains poly boat. Not sure how they went the next day.

Another story similar to Bannanas

We call poop poop because in the old days they used to ship all the poo around the world for fertilizer and the boxes used to have
Store High In Transit (to stop it sitting in the bottom of the boat getting waterlogged) that was shortened to poop

Slight hijack; when catching up with Oldfart the other evening at Stokes Hill Wharf, I contemplated bring a couple of bananas along to eat. Wasn't sure what Graham's opinion on bananas on wharfs/land based fishing was, but was glad I didn't bring any because he was 'emphatically' against bananas on shore as well. Didn't seem to help the fishing much though - maybe the curse is so strong that even thinking about bananas is enough to shut the fishing down??

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