This is a story of my father, Tex Minter, who had an experience of going whaling for a couple of days, he was eighteen years old.
They would go out on a large boat with chaser boats on the side. When the whales were found they would let the chaser boats down like life boats and they would harpoon the whale.
There was only one person who used the harpoon. There were about ten men on the chasers and when they caught the whale it would be put on the side of the boat and the men would row the boat back to the main boat. The boat would then go back to the whaling station at Byron Bay in New South Wales. Each whale weighed about 100 tons and was about 100 feet long. The whales were hauled out on the beach by an electric winch and put on a flat top truck. Then they would be cut up for their oil.

My father only went out whaling once to see what it was like, he never did it again. He said it was something he would never forget.