Do you go Fishing, and does it involve Rottnest: Alas not for me as I get dreadfully seasick. Once many moons ago when the Americas Cup was here in 1986 ( I know so long ago) we were invited out on a yacht to watch the races with some friends. We went on a friend of a friends yacht, as to this day we don’t know anyone who possesses a yacht. Clearly mixing with the wrong crowd unless you are a boaty person, which we are not and are probably never likely to be as see below.
From the moment I stepped on that bloody boat till the moment I got off I threw up, just plain nasty. Oh the smell, the rolling from side to side, the dizziness, the regrets, the migraine, the moving floor, it wouldn’t bloody well stop moving.
So after that debacle I swore of ever going to Rottnest Island for a day trip as that is one scary boat ride especially in the afternoon when the Fremantle Doctor (wind) comes roaring in and you are thrown around (I don’t care how big the boat is I am not getting on it)
However never say never! A very dear friend of mine convinced me to go to Rotto (as we locals call it) for a day trip, as she had some business to attend to on the island (sun hat rep), killing two birds with one stone so to speak, Leanette could work in the morning, I could relax, then we would have a pub lunch by the sea and sail home again.
|This is my very dear friend Leanette|
Bless her, she convinced me to go, brought me sea sick wrist bands, as well as tablets to boot. We arrived nice and early at the Fremantle harbour, waited for the boat (Rottnest Ferry) and then away we sailed all the way to Rottnest which takes about 25 minutes, she kept me distracted by talking non stop. She is a true friend indeed. I was not sick, had a great day and may even attempt it again.
So this is why I have never attempted anything as foolish as fishing, which involves being out on the water, my feet still prefer land. (Solid, doesn’t waver)
Brittany and Lucas on the other hand went fishing with friends of theirs, on a boat, caught loads of fish and lobsters. Lucky Brittany, caught 20 fish, an outstanding feat considering she has never been fishing before. (said she had help)
|I believe a pretty good size for a lobster. They cooked him that night, I think Brittany didn’t hang around as she didn’t want to hear him screaming, save me save me.|
|Eat me, he screeched. I can see Molly slinking in the background, I wonder if she thought her luck was in.|
Now a week later, Sam suggested we go down to the river and fish, that sounds reasonable to me because:
- I can take a chair
- I only have to walk down the street
- I don’t have to get wet
- I can have a glass of wine while watching her fish
- A grand opportunity to eat Cheezels (which I am sad to say were horribly salty, and didn’t meet my memories expectations)
We were out from 5.30 to 7pm on a Sunday evening, a lovely balmy night with a slight breeze, it was fun watching Sam trying to stop the blow fish from eating her bait. Also a good opportunity to chat to passers by.
Two blow fish later and success, she snagged one. Which was then promptly unhooked and thrown back in to live for another day.
|Serious work this fishing gig.|
|Sam threw him back so he could live for another day, and maybe grow a little.|
I could happily give this another go.