CHEE-FEE
15-04-2015, 09:45 PM
At long last, and after much consternation and work on the new boat, it was time for a little fish. All the ducks lined up with time off, weather, tides, a few sheckles in the sky rocket and Ministerial approval; not one to let such an opportunity pass, the boat was packed and the kids were in the car and off we went. The plan was to fish the high tide at the Houseboat just after dark, and a bit after, with the Minister no doubt revelling in the thought of a night sans husband AND children. I went fishing with my boys in my boat and she went out for tea with her mate; every child wins a prize!
Anyway, we hit the ramp at Cleveland with a bit of SSE wind on with the predication of it dropping of after dark, but with the wind against the incoming tide, it was a tad bumpy, but not overly bad. My boys had never been down that way in a boat and I was keen to see how the new Horizon would handle the Bay chop, and, with stacks of time up our sleeve, we went for a little boat ride first. We went over to the Houseboat first, then up to the Hanlon Light, and all around in between, then back to the Houseboat, and hit the chop from all different angles, and the boat ate it up without the slapping and banging and bashing that tin boats usually suffer, so I think I'm on a winner.
we eventually anchored up near the Houseboat and started fishing. I just baited and sorted gear for the boys for the best part of the first hour while the current was roaring. I baited them up with Mullet flesh, and they were getting plenty of bites, which only excited them even more. They haven't fished that much and they're really keen to get into it, particularly now we have the boat. We were fishing away, then my young bloke, Sam, was huffing and puffing and carrying on like Steve Kerigan from the Castle with his little rod trying to get out of his hand. After some words of encouragement, he followed instructions perfectly and landed his first fish, a little Squire somewhere between 23 and 25cm. Not a big fish by any stretch of the imagination, but his first real fish, and he did it all on his own. To say he was excited would be something of an understatement, but the look on his face and the story he has since told everyone who will listen made it worth the admission price alone. I have no doubt that will be etched in his memory forever. Unfortunately the anchor kepped dragging and my big bloke didn't trouble the scorers and all I could manage were a couple of little sharks, which gave the boys a little bit of a thrill, and a skanky little Catfish. We pulled the pin about 1920, and had a good trip home, as the wind had dropped right out and any breeze was with the tide. I don't think I'll have too much trouble finding a fishing partner now.
Cheers,
NICK.
Anyway, we hit the ramp at Cleveland with a bit of SSE wind on with the predication of it dropping of after dark, but with the wind against the incoming tide, it was a tad bumpy, but not overly bad. My boys had never been down that way in a boat and I was keen to see how the new Horizon would handle the Bay chop, and, with stacks of time up our sleeve, we went for a little boat ride first. We went over to the Houseboat first, then up to the Hanlon Light, and all around in between, then back to the Houseboat, and hit the chop from all different angles, and the boat ate it up without the slapping and banging and bashing that tin boats usually suffer, so I think I'm on a winner.
we eventually anchored up near the Houseboat and started fishing. I just baited and sorted gear for the boys for the best part of the first hour while the current was roaring. I baited them up with Mullet flesh, and they were getting plenty of bites, which only excited them even more. They haven't fished that much and they're really keen to get into it, particularly now we have the boat. We were fishing away, then my young bloke, Sam, was huffing and puffing and carrying on like Steve Kerigan from the Castle with his little rod trying to get out of his hand. After some words of encouragement, he followed instructions perfectly and landed his first fish, a little Squire somewhere between 23 and 25cm. Not a big fish by any stretch of the imagination, but his first real fish, and he did it all on his own. To say he was excited would be something of an understatement, but the look on his face and the story he has since told everyone who will listen made it worth the admission price alone. I have no doubt that will be etched in his memory forever. Unfortunately the anchor kepped dragging and my big bloke didn't trouble the scorers and all I could manage were a couple of little sharks, which gave the boys a little bit of a thrill, and a skanky little Catfish. We pulled the pin about 1920, and had a good trip home, as the wind had dropped right out and any breeze was with the tide. I don't think I'll have too much trouble finding a fishing partner now.
Cheers,
NICK.