It is a sad state of afairs when you realize it has been over twenty years since your last proper fish. Yes, I have been as a family but as you all know the kids reel them in and you enjoy their thrill. Murray (AKA Stumpy) and I headed out Friday night. (see his post: Sydney Wide And Terrigal Fads, Your'e Bloody Joking!) Being from the country the only real fishing I had ever done was on the Murray river with my dad or trout fishing at Tumut (which I never mastered but still managed to catch). The main thing in common is you travel miles to the FADS or you walk for miles setting and checking night lines.
So on Friday we set out to the bait grounds and I was just like the kids with Murray baiting the lines and me jumping for joy as I let Murray unhook the livies. Poor Murray still didn't fish. Finally the thrill hit me, I baited and unhoked my catch myself and figured we would both smell of fish and not just him. When we caught our livies and headed back to the river to set up for the night.
Our first hit and Murray let me at it, poor bloke still had no chance of fishing as I was just like the kids. It was a Port Jackson shark. Never seen or felt one before and I was excited. Yes it was only little, but still I had finally landed a fish.
So now the bug has hit me again and I am already thinking of leaving the kids at home and heading out again during the week. I am sure I can twist Murray's arm to take a day of work.