Today was a relaxation day. I woke up after the sun was well and truly up. This morning was the latest morning on our trip so far. After getting up I made a hot chocolate for my sister, Dad and myself. We don't have any electricity so we have to toast our bread using the grill under the stove(Dad's idea). After a breakfast of grilled toast and a rather hot hot chocolate Dad and I set about making a new leader for my fishing line.
We were just about ready to go when Mum asked if we could set her rod up as well. So we set that up and by 9:00 AM we were on our way down to the rocks to start our fishing. The first thing that I tried was a Halco poppa. Dad was teaching Mum how to detect a nibble on a bait line and my sister was playing on the sand flats in the water. After a few hours of fishing we came to the conclusion that the fish weren't biting. We headed back up the track to the caravan and had an early lunch(It was only 11:29 AM). Then Dad made up another bait rig that was more suited for bottom fishing and we headed back to try our luck once more.
After an hour or so of fishing I gave fishing away and joined my sister who was wading in the water. Then Dad said that he was going back to the caravan to make some changes to his rig. I went with him to put on my swimmers. Then I grabbed my snorkel and goggles along myth my sister's goggles. I then walked back to the rocks and gave my sister her goggles and I put my goggles on. The snorkel was soon put away in the bag and I was holding my breath underwater. I saw a school of small 10-12cm Blackspot Trevally under there. Then as I turned my head I saw one of those Spanish Dancer fish thingys.
The Spanish Dancer looks like black rubbish bag full of water. It floats around with the tide and waves moving in the currents. Just then Mum yelled out that she had seen one of those Spanish Dancer fish too. I found another one a few metres further on. There were three Spanish Dancer thingys all together and they were really interesting to watch. Then a new disturbance occurred.
My sister had seen a Manta Ray come gliding onto the sand flats. I saw it as well but before Dad could see it the Ray vanished and we didn't see it again. I went back to looking at the fish but gave up trying to catch them. After a while I got out of the water because it was so cold. I lay on the warm rocks for a bit. I was like a lizard, after warming up I started looking for bits of Abalone shell. My sister soon joined me and pretty soon we had some pretty shiny pieces of Abalone shell. Mum packed up and left after a few hours.
Then the guy that was rock fishing a few hundred metres away hooked up onto a solid fish. It fought really hard and nearly everyone on the rocks was watching him. After a few minutes he landed the fish. Dad thought that the fish was an Australian Salmon. According to the locals you're supposed to bleed a Salmon straight away. Dad went over there to tell them that and I followed. The man and his wife were already bleeding the fish. But they didn't know how to clean the fish. Dad offered to help them and I got to carry the 12 pound Salmon over the rocks to a spot where Dad could clean the fish. The couple were very kind to us and gave us have one of the two fillets that Dad had cut off the fish. While we were cleaning the fish the man hooked up on another fish. This time it was a Port Jackson Shark. The stubborn little shark would not open it's mouth so the hook was more or less ripped out. While all this was happening Dad had taken our bit of meat and de boned it. After this my sister walked back up to the caravan with the bag of fish.
Then Dad and I did a bit more fishing but we didn't catch anything. So we started up the trail to the caravan. Mum was waiting for us. She asked what the fish was for and Dad told her that it was for dinner. Mum complained about already having the chicken thawed out for dinner. Your not supposed to freeze Salmon so we had it as half of our dinner. After telling Mum that the Salmon was not supposed to be frozen Dad and I went to the showers. I had a shower and so did Dad. After the shower we walked back to the caravan and lazed around for a bit. Then I brought out my book and started reading. It began to get dark so I turned on my reading light. Dad soon called me in to eat some fish.
It tasted delicious! Mum had made some fried potatoes to eat with the fish. The fish comes so tender out of the frying pan that it practically falls to bits as you put it in your mouth. I normally like my fish with a bit of lemon juice but the Salmon is so good that it tastes better without the lemon juice. After dinner I had dessert. Dessert was more german wafer slices for me. Dad and I are the champion food nickers of our family. If your chocolate is unprotected it will be in either mine or Dad's sights. Dad nicked my sister's chocolate egg and I nicked Mum's wafer slices. After Dessert I wrote the blog and went to bed. I slept very well.
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