Took a mate out on Sunday for a crab down at Mandurah.
Been a while since I've been but soon got into the swing of things.
Got our quota of + size blues a threw back a shite load of undersize.

Good to see fisheries doing their job, pulled up along side us and checked
every crab and who has a skippers ticket. All good and have a nice day!!! (-;

Bit of excitement when putting the boat in though!
Came back down to the jetty after parking the car to the sounds of a poor little
kid screaming his box off. The group in front made up of the grandparents and some
lil sprogs were just about to set off when a lure got embedded into the kids foot.
My mate was over already to see what was going on so I went and had a gander.
Poor lad was in stress mode as it was a decent size treble that was set deeply
in the top of his foot.
Grandpa was not impressed so I picked the kid up and carried him back to their
car, all the while he's screaming "I don't want to die, I'm going to die, call mummy grandma".
Reassured him that it happens to the best of us and he'll have a tale to tell to his mates
when he gets back to school! Poor lil bugger!

Anyway a coupla pics of the meaty sweet blues . . .I forgot just how good it was to feast on these suckers...mmmm