sunny
10-05-2008, 08:04 AM
About two weeks ago at work, the boss had a quiet meeting with some of us that basically said, “Business is bad, we can’t afford to keep you. Here have this manila folder and good luck with your future career”.
So, all of a sudden I found myself with a lot of free time on my hands.
Free time is wonderful, but not having a job at the same time means you get to spend plenty of time wondering why they choose you, what you did wrong and all the other fun thoughts that go with being retrenched. Some much needed fishing therapy was called for. My little sister has been asking to go fishing for while and as she had a day between jobs yesterday, the call was made to make a trip across to Moreton for the day.
Crossing the bay was way too lumpy as the wind was coming straight from the South. We snuck around the corner to the cape to see if it was any better and settled in at Smith’s Rock. It wasn’t long before we hit a big school of redthroat. Most were that very annoying 1cm under size but we still managed to put two into the esky before the increasing swell gave sis that lovely green colour.
To make her more comfortable I pulled us in to the shallows at the cape and decided to jig up some livies. It wasn’t long before the bait jig connected, but not to the expected yakka, but a nice sized whiting. “Oh well” thinks I, “that can be added to the whiting I caught the other day” and tossed it in the esky. Of course the whiting wasn’t alone, and I soon had a feed of them caught one after another on the bait jig.
By now the wind had swung to the South East and we headed around to drift the Bulwer ledges.
Now, I’ve been bricked by some monsters here in the past and never managed to figure out what they were. This time was different. We hit plenty of squire, all that annoying 1cm under size and all I managed to add to the esky was a lone bream. I was just thinking that it was time to pull up for lunch when I got slammed properly.
After ten minutes of thinking I was on to at least a decent bay snapper, we saw colour under the boat. Not that lovely red, but a slatey blue grey. Soon a chunky mowy hit the deck. Don’t they give a bit of curry for their size?
Too bad it wasn’t something decent, but being the first time I’ve ever caught one of these, I tossed it into the esky to put on the barbie that night. Do they deserve their reputation as mother in law fish? Probably. Bled an iced properly it wasn’t a bad eating fish, but definitely won’t be at the front of my list.
All up a great day on the water, and I feel infinitely more cheerful than I did.
So, all of a sudden I found myself with a lot of free time on my hands.
Free time is wonderful, but not having a job at the same time means you get to spend plenty of time wondering why they choose you, what you did wrong and all the other fun thoughts that go with being retrenched. Some much needed fishing therapy was called for. My little sister has been asking to go fishing for while and as she had a day between jobs yesterday, the call was made to make a trip across to Moreton for the day.
Crossing the bay was way too lumpy as the wind was coming straight from the South. We snuck around the corner to the cape to see if it was any better and settled in at Smith’s Rock. It wasn’t long before we hit a big school of redthroat. Most were that very annoying 1cm under size but we still managed to put two into the esky before the increasing swell gave sis that lovely green colour.
To make her more comfortable I pulled us in to the shallows at the cape and decided to jig up some livies. It wasn’t long before the bait jig connected, but not to the expected yakka, but a nice sized whiting. “Oh well” thinks I, “that can be added to the whiting I caught the other day” and tossed it in the esky. Of course the whiting wasn’t alone, and I soon had a feed of them caught one after another on the bait jig.
By now the wind had swung to the South East and we headed around to drift the Bulwer ledges.
Now, I’ve been bricked by some monsters here in the past and never managed to figure out what they were. This time was different. We hit plenty of squire, all that annoying 1cm under size and all I managed to add to the esky was a lone bream. I was just thinking that it was time to pull up for lunch when I got slammed properly.
After ten minutes of thinking I was on to at least a decent bay snapper, we saw colour under the boat. Not that lovely red, but a slatey blue grey. Soon a chunky mowy hit the deck. Don’t they give a bit of curry for their size?
Too bad it wasn’t something decent, but being the first time I’ve ever caught one of these, I tossed it into the esky to put on the barbie that night. Do they deserve their reputation as mother in law fish? Probably. Bled an iced properly it wasn’t a bad eating fish, but definitely won’t be at the front of my list.
All up a great day on the water, and I feel infinitely more cheerful than I did.