G;day guys,
Feeling a bit crook this mornin. I new I shouldn't have hade that last mob of beers and talking brail on the internet last night. Felt like a wonderful thing to do at the time.
Woke up bright and early to clear skies and light wind. We have had our 3 weeks of spring and today promised to be the first scorcher of the new summer. (just what I need in this condition).
It's been a while since I have been fishin and I haven't seen a bass in over a year :shock:. There is a little creek that flows into our Mary River that I have been wanting to explore for years and a good friend gave me the heads up the other day that he and his mate (a canoe fishing guide) have been getting some quality fish there.
After a hearty brekky of coffee and toast and vegemite (breakfast of champions) off I went feeling a little better but my tongue still had hairs and barnicles on it and I think some bloody terrorist had got into my head during the night and was now trying to get out - with a four pound hammer. Bloody hell, I'm too old for this rot. Just NEW I shouldn't have had that last dozen cans. :lol: Got the steely glare from Miz Robin and it was a bloody good plan to get out of the house for the day. :lol:
Arrived at the put in, a little causeway just below a weir just as the sun was starting to clear the trees.
perfect! 8)
Put in was rocky and slippery and would have been difficult in a kayak with a standard cockpit, Laker however, is no such beast and I managed to collapse into it without making too big a fool of myself.
Said g'day to this bloke and his blue heeler dog. (top dog!) he is a local in the area apparently and told me that the bass had been quiet lately.
His parting comment was God, you look like hell mate. - You allright?
yeah - thanks a lot - mate.
Back to the story,
Headed off down stream and into some pretty decent scenery. Why haven't I been here before?
Oh yeah,
The new Fun Police have been working overtime here too.
So, of course, I did what any good Australian would do. ignore the bloody thing. 8)
Feeling a bit crook this mornin. I new I shouldn't have hade that last mob of beers and talking brail on the internet last night. Felt like a wonderful thing to do at the time.
Woke up bright and early to clear skies and light wind. We have had our 3 weeks of spring and today promised to be the first scorcher of the new summer. (just what I need in this condition).
It's been a while since I have been fishin and I haven't seen a bass in over a year :shock:. There is a little creek that flows into our Mary River that I have been wanting to explore for years and a good friend gave me the heads up the other day that he and his mate (a canoe fishing guide) have been getting some quality fish there.
After a hearty brekky of coffee and toast and vegemite (breakfast of champions) off I went feeling a little better but my tongue still had hairs and barnicles on it and I think some bloody terrorist had got into my head during the night and was now trying to get out - with a four pound hammer. Bloody hell, I'm too old for this rot. Just NEW I shouldn't have had that last dozen cans. :lol: Got the steely glare from Miz Robin and it was a bloody good plan to get out of the house for the day. :lol:
Arrived at the put in, a little causeway just below a weir just as the sun was starting to clear the trees.
perfect! 8)
Put in was rocky and slippery and would have been difficult in a kayak with a standard cockpit, Laker however, is no such beast and I managed to collapse into it without making too big a fool of myself.
Said g'day to this bloke and his blue heeler dog. (top dog!) he is a local in the area apparently and told me that the bass had been quiet lately.
His parting comment was God, you look like hell mate. - You allright?
yeah - thanks a lot - mate.
Back to the story,
Headed off down stream and into some pretty decent scenery. Why haven't I been here before?
Oh yeah,
The new Fun Police have been working overtime here too.
So, of course, I did what any good Australian would do. ignore the bloody thing. 8)