i'm still trying to figure out why i'm such a mad c.nt. hahaha, i am quite jittery at the moment and am a little scared that in some specific increment of time, that by some chance, my heart will stop and i will stop being so mad.
i've turned to the good old green and to tell you the truth i have never really felt better, really. too stressed i am that i've actually forgotten for the little time it has been (much like when you need to poo soo much that you stop needing to poo). i guess like all things though, how gangster newton expressed it, with every action, there is a reaction. was that him? im so ever keen to not ponder.
to me, the only reaction i can actually look forward to is the insane diahorrea i'll be experiencing, well actually these days i've developed such a tolerance for caffeine that i simply, to be less graphic, butt fart. nonetheless, butt farting is still better than what i've had to endure. i hate studying but for some reason tonight seems alright, maybe a little better, maybe i've seen just that little ray of light at the end of the never ending tunnel of darkness.
is that a train...?
with a more than satisfactory feeling experienced from the previous fishing trip, we decided for a second trip through the hesitation that it would destroy our awesome memory of the last. we brought molo along to help carry the fish. the numbers weren't up from the previous trip however the quality of fish were much better. according to our new ranking system named 'bear grylls' where the size of the feed a catch makes is more valued than the number of fish caught, phuccie brought home a more than satisfied meal and even though molo snagged a few good in the rocks, the size of the couple of bream he pulled up was quite decent.
apart from the looks we were getting from all directions and lines of the jealous which crossed ours, it was a good night.
so i've loaded this page up every internet session i've had and although with much urge and need to blog, i've never actually brought myself into actually writing a couple of words.
there's so much that i've wanted to blog about that if i actually remembered it all, i don't think even the three weeks till holidays plus the month of holidays would be enough time for me to fininsh writing it. so, i'll try my best, and remember the more important things of the things i was supposed to blog.
fishing probably was what started it. a few good weeks back on good friday was probably one of, if not the best fishing experience i've had for a good long time. everything was just perfect. i remember the weather wasn't all that good that whole week and the one before it but friday started with clear blue skies. it was good friday so most of australia was on break and i would be happy with any excuse to have work off on a friday. phuccie and i headed down to the coast early for once (a pre-planned trip is always better than one unplanned). the plan of pumping yabbies on the sandbanks behind the seaway was washed away literally with the full moons affect on the normal rising tide. water at our knees instead of ankles lead us to the spit anyway with a bag of prawns phuccie brought.
the rocks gave the both of us some needed practise on how to deal with the more so difficult snag fishing. with only a few fish biting and the feed we were giving the mosquitoes while waiting for the high tide to come we decided to check out a new spot phuccie had discovered. we fished all along broadbeach, travelling down the channel to fish before the run in tide led us to a load of good sized bream and whiting and a bucket load of butter bream. fishing that night taught the both of us how important a little planning and common sense goes into catching a good feed. a few things we reckon every fishmen/ women should know; -
1. fish a few hours before the high tide
2. plan out your fishing locations beforehand
3. bring the lightest gear you need and the least of it (travel light)
4. bring fresh bait
5. bring lemon (a very good mosquito repellent discovered by phuccie)
6. have a good sharp knife
7. bring a bright torch for scouting
8. bring a good fishing partner
9. have a good attitude to the environment
10. be prepared to do some discovering
11. be prepared for a long night
we finished the night pretty satisfied. i was completely wrecked and phuccie rediscovered his love for fishing. count,- 41 fish, 30 or so keeps. wasn't a bad night.
