Down at worra i went to meet up with leepin loose leeroy morris and chelsea (oh and their cute new bub),some fellow south gippy expats.Apart from being a bloody terror on land leeroy has a fair old boat and loves his fishing as much as his yager-.bombs.
The first experience was going 12km out into the big blue with leeroy behind the wheel whacked as and drinking many a emu export,hard at the ocean chop,holding on with tunes blareing.
I had a shocker of a day that day,(could have being the puff on the infamous "chronic" i had), but nonetheless i was the shittest fisherman on the water west of anywhere, tangled lines,birdnesting my reel,more tangled line, round the prop, fuck i had a shocker and got back on and feeling like a full spastic.
But as always my determination and needing to prove to myself i could land a RED EMPORER i hit it again,
and oh what a blessed time i had.
Obviously learning from all my mistakes i was into it, landing the first red of the day,
crikey it was hard work winding in a 7kg fish from 62 meters of ocean,all the while trying to do it quickly before a shark took my fish.
Half way my back was pulling and my arms were weak,but i was gonna do this shit.....today.
The water was unbelievably calm and clear this day,not a drop of wind and pure glass in the open ocean.You could see the fish from so far and it kept getting bigger,and bigger, and bigger till he was up and in the boat before i knew it.
I didnt even get time to soak it all in really, just bait up, drop the line and go again.
Fuck it felt good thouh to catch such a beautiful big fish,especially knowing its great eating and around $75 a kilo at the fish markets.
The other littler fish i nabbed was a Baldchin groper (baldy) and turned out to be one of the tastiest fish i have ever eaten,by far.
Anyway there were plenty more caught that day,and plenty of warm beers drank (forgot the ice) and i just wann go back out and catch more big fish now,hooked.
