After reading mullet musketeers posts about buckleys hole, i thought i'd give this place a go for the low tide around 8am. Collected some live yabbies along the way from that magic shop that opens at 4am on a saturday, the first of which to hit the water was gobbled by a small sole/flounder all of about 15cms, released, and was to be my only catch for the day. Every other yabbie that hit the water was eaten, but then i was either busted up in the channel depth, or busted off against the edge, and if that wasn't the case, I was clearing the bottom of a few branches.
So, after an hour or so of this, I thought i'd drive up to the jetty for a while, I was planning on meeting my brother chris and friend daz at somerset around lunch time to fish and camp the night, so I had a little more time to pass and a few yabbies still to cast. This is where things go a little pear shaped. In my hurry to get to the water, I'd locked my car keys inside the boot of my hatchback, but didn't realise this until I returned to the car. At first I thought I'd left them on the beach, nope. No one handed any keys into any shops... Retracing steps ... nope. So there I was, wet from the waist down from standing in the water, sunburnt, fishless, standing in the carpark at the blue anchor cafe carrying my gear and locked out of my car.At least I had my wallet and mobile phone.
RACQ turned up right on the hour they predicted, then spent the next half an hour failing to break in. It turns out that unless I leave a key in the ignition, then there is no power to any of the internal door workings except the external lock. So it doesnt matter if you can manage to push the little central-locking unlock button, it aint going to open. After a phone call to his HQ, he comes back and says sorry mate cant help you.
VW Assist were very helpful in recommending the use of the spare key. No problems, I'll just drive back to Red Hill in Brissy and grab it eh?
The locksmith said that if RACQ couldn't get in, then it was unlikely that he would, and I'd still have to pay his call out and wait at least an hour before he got there.
A phone call to my sister resulted in her driving to Red Hill from Carina, only to be unable to locate the spare in my room even with me on the other end of the phone.
The police, after listening to my predicament, said looks like your only choice now is to smash a window.
The customers of both the blue anchor cafe and the ice cream shop looked on in amusement as the crazy sunburnt dude in the coopers cap and wet shoes swung a large piece of metal against his car window, only to have it bounce off several times.Off multiple windows.
Finally, an elderly couple took pity on me, and offered to drive me home to Brisbane, they live in Hamilton, and they were going right now, in their shiny black mercedes no less!!and they refused to take my offers of petrol money, and they dropped me right at my front door.
and they said not to worry, its ok, we've all been teenagers once...
My sister Steph drove me back to bribie once I had located the spare in a box... under the bed... behind a lot of other boxes... full of books... We timed it perfectly to see the magic sunset and the wedding that was going on opposite Lukes. After giving steph a big hug and saying thanks I finally set off for somerset 6 hours after I should have been there. After getting a happy snap along the road by a nice 4wd on the side of the road just outside of woodford, I made it to somerset to find both chris and daz wearing two wobbly boots each of the Jack Daniels variety and they tell me they have set up camp about 30 meters away from a nesting magpie.
After 7 hours on the water on sunday, I returned home, again fishless, and my flatmates ask catch anything?
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