Woke up real keen to go trout fishing.
Pumped!
First fishing trip by myself, 10 minutes
out of town I felt alone so I began to ring everyone to see if they wanted to
go fishing…no replies.
Head out Tarrabandra way, park off road in
my little Holden Astra (who needs a ute!?)
Rig up a soft plastic, ‘I don’t need the
rest of my tackle box' I said to myself. Walk 100m away from the car, first
cast a good one, second cast get a snag, it takes my plastic and leader line. With
my head down and confidence knocked around already, I walk back up to the car
and bring the whole bag back down with me.
I put a Celta on and headed up stream.
After about a half dozen casts I see a rainbow 20m up the river jump (the
fattest and longest I’ve ever seen). I walk up carefully, cast and cast, no
luck! One more cast, GET A HIT, start enjoying it, pull in a rainbow about the
size of my Celta. Oh well, at least I’ve got a fish and I’m happy now.
2 hours passed and I’ve lost a Celta on a
tree 5ft in front of me, my bag got caught on a tree, takes me 5 mintues to get
it off (valuable fishing time!). I walk through high grass, see a rabbit... oh hold
on a minute, it’s a fox cub! I try to scare it away by making a hissing noise but
it just stares at me so then I get scared and run away…
I continued powerbaiting for about 40 minutes,
no luck, sick of it! So I snap a bit of willow branch off and start making a
spear and start to stab the mud… Ring Jim and tell him I’m not leaving here
until I get another one.
I head down stream and tie on a rainbow trout
Rapala. Second cast….HE’S ON HERE!!! Pull in a little brown trout, lovely
little thing he was, except he had a little bit of trouble with the old treble
hook in the skull. I got it out, swam and released it… hands in the air, DONE!
Get in the car to head home.
Things I have learnt:
- Never travel alone
- Always take your tackle bag with you from the start
- A baby fox isn’t scared of me
- I love fishing even more
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