Story from a few weeks ago but i have only just got around to it because of a trip down south to the land of smog and traffic lights.

Anyway a mate and I planned a day out and got everything organised only to walk outside at six in the morning to the thickest wall of fog I have ever seen.

We ummed and aaahed for a little while then figured the boat was hooked up and the esky was packed so we might as well give it a shot. we decided to stick in close and take it slow until itcleared which it eventually did by about 9.30. We took advantage of the low winds to head over to Delambre and picked up some nice fish - Estuary cod, Red emperor and a few others.

But it was my young fella who stole the show. We pulled up in our first spot and i sorted him with a hand line then proceeded to bait my rig when he says in a calm voice "Dad I`m on"

I turned around to see line peeling through his hands and angling off in to the distance. I stopped the first run for him then held the line behind while he pulled it in. To his credit he didn`t panic or give up and when the fish came alongside he was absolutely stoked. Not a bad effort for a 4 year old eh. Normally dont keep the Trevs but he was so happy with this one that we took it home for a curry. The little bugger then proceeded to give us heaps all day because he caught the first fish.

On a different note due to little use i`m going to sell my Daiwa Sensor 13ft surf rod. If you are interested send a message with an offer and I will get back to you

Cheers

          Wayno

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