-Henno-
03-12-2006, 06:57 PM
Yes she is at it again. Today she just turned up the torture a few more notches though. We got up early to get the tides we wanted and were met with a few fish busting up here and there and our heads were on swivels trying to work out which way they were coming from.
Put out crab pots for the first time. Baa humbug to that. What a waste of time that was.
After deploying the wastes of time we zoomed up to some of the fave snags and got nothing so decided to further up. Apparently this was a good decision,..... for Teri. She's gets walloped half way back to the boat and I can tell it's a jack. Another 43cm model that's going to be dinner. Oh well maybe I'll be next. Yeah right! Five minutes later at a different snag and again half way back to the boat she hooks up. This time though he is off! I'm watching the angle of the line getting shallower as he is running for the tree he probably followed her out of. We have enough time during this run to discuss the fact that she is about to be smoked if he gets back to the tree. But somehow she turns him on 4lb fireline, again!
This guy went 46cm and was bloody fat through the guts. So I knock him on the head and mutter something under my breath that sounded like 'ducky bucking hitch!'
Nothing else for the day except for one bream. I'll give you a hundred guesses who got that.
I now introduce Teri as 'my first wife'. Buddha said that permanence was an illusion, nothing lasts forever, either will this marriage if she keeps outfishing me like this! COME ON, DID I KILL A BLOODY ALBATROSS!
Put out crab pots for the first time. Baa humbug to that. What a waste of time that was.
After deploying the wastes of time we zoomed up to some of the fave snags and got nothing so decided to further up. Apparently this was a good decision,..... for Teri. She's gets walloped half way back to the boat and I can tell it's a jack. Another 43cm model that's going to be dinner. Oh well maybe I'll be next. Yeah right! Five minutes later at a different snag and again half way back to the boat she hooks up. This time though he is off! I'm watching the angle of the line getting shallower as he is running for the tree he probably followed her out of. We have enough time during this run to discuss the fact that she is about to be smoked if he gets back to the tree. But somehow she turns him on 4lb fireline, again!
This guy went 46cm and was bloody fat through the guts. So I knock him on the head and mutter something under my breath that sounded like 'ducky bucking hitch!'
Nothing else for the day except for one bream. I'll give you a hundred guesses who got that.
I now introduce Teri as 'my first wife'. Buddha said that permanence was an illusion, nothing lasts forever, either will this marriage if she keeps outfishing me like this! COME ON, DID I KILL A BLOODY ALBATROSS!