Works Sucks! I,m Going Fishing! A appropriate statement on my fishing shirt caught a few knowing nods from the fisherfolk next to me as we set about a frenzy catch of pilchards (mulies to those who use these for bait), herring (tommy rough for those who want to be sure!) and snook ( smallest cousin of the barracuda), using burley sinkers and 3 gang baitchasers. Squid was absent, so were the crabs, but a youngster had a ding dong battle with a bull shark on heavy gear as he trundled along the edge of the jetty hanging on for dear life as other terrified fishers did the mexican wave to avoid tangling as he followed the shark back and forth. Eventually he fought said shark on the safety of the adjoining beach. 50 minutes later I couldnt see through the darkness to see whether he won the battle or not as 20 other onlookers obscured my vision. The only con of fishing with my wife, having to pry the fish off the hooks, untangling and re-making end tackle due to the snags, not to mention keeping the pelicans at bay while the slippery fish was thrown into the bucket without a hint of finesse. Fishing, with the wife and a warm cuppa. A bad days fishing is still better than a good days work.
