Today I got up in the morning and made a hot chocolate for myself.Then I made some toast. After breakfast we lazed around outside. Then Dad went to have the crack on the windscreen drilled again. He was gone for about an hour. When he came back we rigged up our flying gaff. A flying gaff is a triple gaff hook which goes over the fish's head and hooks it under the gills. A flying gaff is used on high cliffs where you cant get the fish up the cliff face.
After that we had lunch. Lunch was delicious. After lunch we drove to a banana farm where we tried a mango smoothie and some banana ice cream. After that we drove to the One Mile Jetty. We were waiting for the Coffee Pot train to come in when the walkie talkie in the shop came to life. They Coffee Pot train driver had run out of petrol and had to walk back to get some. Now the One Mile Jetty isn't called the One Mile Jetty for nothing. It really is one mile long. One mile is 1.6 km and it takes about 10 minutes to walk 2 km. Thats when your not carrying a 20 litre jerry can full of petrol.
The driver was at the shop and back at the train in 45 minutes. We finally got on the train and drove out to the end of the jetty. When we arrived we set up our rods and started fishing. I cast a silver spoon but didn't catch anything. Dad wasn't having any luck on the surf rod either. Mum and my sister weren't catching anything either. I changed to a small hooked bait rig, put on some squid and lowered it into the water. After a few minutes. I felt some nibbles on my line. I yanked the rod hard and set the hook on a small Bream. I reeled it in and released it. We were fishing from a small shelter on the edge of the jetty so our stuff wasn't blowing away.
After my Bream Mum hooked up to a Bream. It was legal size and we bled it. Then I caught another Bream and this one was legal size as well. After that Mum and I took it in turns catching legal size Bream. I caught about 5 more Bream after that and Mum caught 4. I caught 3 more legal size Bream but Mum just caught undersize ones. Then Dad hooked up on the surf rod. It turned out to be a 31 cm Bream. It was the biggest fish of the day… so far. After that the Bream became annoyingly small they were only 15 cm long!
I put a piece of squid on my size 6 hook and dropped it down. Almost immediately I felt hits. These were good hits and I yanked the rod sharply upwards and set the hook on a good fish. The spool was spinning madly as the fish pulled line of the reel. It ran hard and fast trying to take me out to sea. I tightened my drag and the fish decided to stop swimming out to sea. Instead it tried to swim under the jetty. I stopped it and reeled from the jetty. The fish had fought hard for a few minutes but in the end I won the fight. Dad pulled it up from the water. We all looked at it in amazement. We had never seen something like this before. It was about 45 cm long and a lovely silver colour. There were also 5 black spots on it's side. The fellow next to us said that it was probably a juvenile Queenfish. I tried to hold it for a photo but this fish had some very sharp spikes on it's belly and some very sharp spikes on it's back. The stupid thing kept flapping about and it spiked me about three times. I had blood on the palm of my hand where one of the spikes had penetrated the skin. While I fumbled for the pliers Dad picked the fish up and it stopped flapping completely. He held it for the photo and then we released it as quickly as possible.
After that I put on a bit more squid and let my line down. Then suddenly my sister hooked onto her first fish of the day. It turned out to be a small Bream (what a surprise). After that the train came and we caught the last trip of the day back to the shop. We packed up and put all the stuff in the car. Then we drove back to the caravan. When we arrived Dad and I went to the fish cleaning table and cleaned the fish. Dad filleted the fish and skinned the fillets while I washed the fillets and felt for any bones which Dad may have missed. Then we went back to the caravan and Dad and I packed up the awning. Then we went inside and had dinner. The fresh Bream fillets tasted good. After dinner we had dessert and then I wrote the blog. While I was writing the blog I looked up the fish that was supposed to be Queenfish up in the fish book. I found out that it was actually a Common Dart. After that I went to bed.
Noi oggi e andato pesca.
Ho preso sete Bream.
Ho anche preso uno Duel Comune.
No comments:
Post a Comment