I decided to take my 5 year old lad down to a mates place on the severn for a night camping, a bit of fishing and a ride around on the quad bike.
Got to the house about 3pm, so a bit of a catch up, a beer or two and off down to the river. Chucked the tinny in and set the boys little rod up with a likely lure. That was when the danger started. I'm sure there is nothing on that section of river or the boat or my mate and myselfs body that did not get one or all the hooks on that lure stuck into or spiked. How scarey is it when a lure removes your hat.
Anyway luckily this lure ended up getting caught on the end of his rod a lot, so I thought I'd take one of the trebbles off to minimise the hook ups.
We ended up with three small specklies (young fella helped me wind one of them in). We put the tinny back on the ute and back the the house, on the 25 minute drive I was trying to coax the young bloke into sleeping in the hut, "no way dad we have to sleep in the tent" So after setting up the tent in the dark. " Dad I want to sleep outside in my new swag", (He remembered that you can't set the swag up with out using the pegs, can't use the pegs in the tent). So dads setting the swag up in the dark.
Anyway all done, time for some marinated chicken pieces cooked over the iron bark coals and a few beers. A few grappa's. Off to bed.
Next morning after some nice free range scambled eggs, we had a million rides on the Quad bike. Another couple of hours on the river for one more small cod and a reminder why you wear sunnies. A few more rides on the quad and off home after a late bbq lunch or afternoon tea.
Great two days in the bush.
Scott