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Anti fishing and tangling

By on March 10, 2014

Fishing and angling, or more appropriately – Anti fishing and tangling.

Jake and Sophie started with six fish. After several hours fishing, they had two fish. How many fish did Jake and Sophie catch? 
The answer is 1.5 fish. 
Explanation: we went to Sedgefield lagoon, around dusk. We had lucky lures with us, a present from a really kind fisherman from the local fishing shop. But even the luckiest lures in the world will not help you if you cannot cast properly. Well, I am a queen of tangling. Just holding a rod for 5 seconds I managed to get the whole thing unbelievably tangled. Jake came to rescue and we threw the lures back in the water. This time, my hook got stuck in the rocks. But Jake had more luck. First cast and he caught a fish. I panicked, obviously, because the poor thing was flopping desperately. We had no idea what it was was
he caught. But me, aspiring to be a marine biologist, should have an idea. So I grabbed the ID book and tried to identify it. Under pressure, it was surprisingly hard and all fish seemed to be identical. Finally we agreed that it must have been Garrick. A 30cm predatory fish. Quick check of the regulations and we knew it was way too small to take it home. The smallest Garrick you are allowed to take with you is 70cm! And there were those fish in the water! we released the fish and super excited aimed to catch more. 

Soon after that  the rod moved. Jake thought I kicked it. But it turned out to be  beast that was furiously moving it. Jake held on to the rod and got pulled into the water. Whatever that was, it could easily pull 70kg guy. Jake was barefoot, on spiky rocks, totally wet. Then the line got caught on some rocks and the beast broke it. Whatever it was, it is now swimming with a hook in its mouth. But not for long. Sea will do the justice and slowly rust it and soon the hook will break apart.

It was getting pretty dark and so the lures were of not much use any more.

Fish could not see the well now, but still could smell. Jake cut pieces of pilchard as bait, wrapped it thoroughly with line, attached to the hook and submerged this smelly, bloody package. He did the same to my rod (I found it too disgusting) and we waited. 
That is the very best thing about fishing. You sit there, slowly sipping a beer, look and the sunset and slowly emerging stars and wait. And nobody will tell you: get your ass up and do something productive, because you already are doing it. You are FISHING! 

After some time we decided to check the bait. Pulled the line out, hoping that at least some little fish will be at the end of it, or just a shoe, or even seaweed,anything. But to our surprise, there was just a perfectly clear fish bone with no square millimetre of meat attached to it.

This continued. Throw in a fish, wait for something big to eat it, pull out a skeleton.  Shoals of tiny fish must have enjoyed this free feast. 

We enjoyed it as well, though we came back with less fish than we started with.

Posted in: Marine biology, Travel

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  1. Joy
    March 11, 2014

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    Funny story. Really amusing to read. Thanks. Enjoy it all. Joy

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