And tell your friends that they're next
On our most recent fishing expedition, we had the shocking divergence from our normal failure by actually catching an edible fish! It was a Flathead, landed by James and we could not contain our disbelief at this boon. We took it back home and fried it up. It was thankfully delicious enough to justify further fishing ventures.
The end result of our feast. Mmmmmmmm.
The next day, I went out with James to try out the rocks between Freshwater and Curl Curl beaches. This was a significantly less successful venture. We basically took turns throwing bait and tackle directly into the ocean’s laughing maw as we got snagged again and again immediately after casting our lines. It was a nice place to have a beer at least.
Then, after we had given up hope at our own success, something strange and serendipitous happened. We struck up a chat with an equally frustrated fisherman that was a little ways down the rocks from us. As it turned out, he had recently moved to Queenscliff – into Amy and my old apartment. After we realized this, he said that he remembered me from when he was shown the apartment. He even recalled that we had just gotten back from Vanuatu. How random is that? Anyways, after he expressed an equal level of frustration at the futility of continuing fishing at this spot, he offered to drive us to a spot of our choosing to continue fishing – we were in no condition to drive ourselves.
Sunset at the Spit Bridge
We ventured onward to our spot from the previous weekend – the Manly spit bridge where we finished up our fishing for the day under the setting sun.
As Tom would say, that is why it is called "fishing" and not "catching"....my advice is enjoy the view, the time outside, and stop by a fish market on the way home
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