Dayle W. Husted 
1 9^ 
18 
this evening. 
July 17, 19 &± : Today was very slow, hardly anything was seen. The weather 
started picking up along with the sea. About 1600 a catastrophe befell me. 
I was on the bow gazing out in front when all of a sudden all I could see 
was a wall of white in front of me. I closed my eyes and held on waiting 
for the thrilling moment. Shore as hell (pardon) about a second later the 
bow and everything on it got soaked. I looked up at the bridge and every- 
one on it was about to split their sides laughing. Swearing mightly I 
drained the water from the barrel of the blunderbuss, picked up my slightly 
(very) soaking equipment and headed for the bridge. 
July 18 , 1964 ; More birds were seen today. Several flocks were seen at 
different times during the day. This evening Warren took about 10 shots 
at birds that were very close, he even tried putting one in the water, but 
to no avail, I think some were hit, but the blunderbuss was too slow to 
reload to get in more than one shot at a bird. X wish I had my pump over 
here. At one time I almost told Warren to throw the damn gun at the birds, 
but refrained because he was upset. We tried to get them to turn the ship 
around, but they wouldn't do it. 
July 19, 1964 : There were more birds again today, and several more flocks 
which were large. This morning about 09J0 a shore bird was spotted flying 
along the ship. It was all brown, and about the size of a Golden Plover. 
The sea was rough today and the ship took a 50 degree roll or two. This 
morning we were in and out of squalls until about noon. 
