Fish Tales

A bit like Elmer Fudd seeking “wabbits”, or those seeking the Daffy Duck – Purple Pumpernickel (Disney), seeking them here and seeking them there, its a constant battle where the satisfaction is not in the outcome but the quest itself

A bream decides this is lunch and gives me a great battle before becoming the tying fish in the esk. Two all, who will break the deadlock. The score would be much different if the weed fish were counted

The Skipper never got a bite. Same rig, same lures, same technique, all to no avail

In Smiths Lake we have often caught these predators, released them and then had them turn on us in ankle deep water, rather than return to where they were hooked.

The locals then are the first to complain when services are held back due to funding or when, heaven forbid, they actually get caught doing the wrong thing.

The only real challenge towards the end of the trip was to see if we could hook upwards of 200 Carp for the fortnight. Without even trying we managed well in excess of that with the net.

Nothing even looking like requiring measuring