Yesterday we went fishing on the Bay just behind Mud Island. Our skipper, whom I've nicknamed Capt Grimes (check the plaque at the entrance to the Portsea Pier), lined up the Caribbean cruiser somewhere between Arthur's Seat and the You Yangs ( am I giving away a family secret here?) and before you know it the cries of 'I've got one!' echoed around the 26 ft cruiser. Can't say I chimed in, not even once. Of course several charitable fisher folk jerked an unsuspecting Flathead onto their line and then handed me their instrument of death to wind in the hapless fish ( I have the images to prove it), but no matter how many times I felt a nibble and jerked the line to one side, my line was lonely And the 70-80 Flathead hauled on by the 8 on board were soon reduced to minuscule fillets. With figs, however, the haul takes less time, the haul is always successful and what you get is what you keep. Give me fruitpicking over fishing any time!
However the day was a real pearler to quote our hosts. We were on the bay for over four hours and saw so many vessels. Being on a boat is a wonderful opportunity to chat, to share jokes and to enjoy the ever-changing scenery. The World yacht steamed down the channel to Melbourne; a couple of fully loaded container carriers left the bay for the open sea, and a Couta boat race sailed around us. It was magic!
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