Of mullet and men.
I got both these Mullet with a single shot yesterday, down at St Georges Basin. Some people were fishing off a pier nearby, the kids thought I was ten types of awesome, wide eyed and full of questions, while the adults packed up their gear and left in disgust. Also snagged three good sized bream, which will make for a fishy treat some evening soon...
Last weekend, Wen and I headed up to Avoca beach, near Terrigal, but were not quite so successful. On the Sunday, I got in the water wearing gloves, rashie, wettie, fins, mask, snorkel, (i.e., I was basically covered from head to toe), and was in the water for 10 minutes before the only small bit of exposed flesh, my lips, were set upon by a voracious bluebottle. My upper lip swelled to many times its own size, and burned with the fury of a thousand suns. Needless to say, I had a big sulk and hid in the car for a while. We whiled away the rest of the day fishing at The Entrance, catching a myriad little fish and throwing them to the hungry Pelicans.
All in all, a much better time than getting paraletically drunk and losing posessions. However, my wallet showed up the other day, at the head office of the Mardis Gras, no less! This does take the zing out of my little victory with PADI, but, eh.
posted by dr. cok at 11:02 AM
9 Comments:
That is the holy grail for spearos; two fish with one shot. That or having sex with a super model. One of those is definitely the pinnacle of the sport.
It's all about getting lucky.
Having sex with a supermodel is the pinnacle of spearfishing?? eh???
Why didn't you wee on your mouth?
That question answers itself.
Two fishes with one shot.
Impressive.
But you can only rest on your laurels with that for so long, next time you're going to have to get 3, the time after that 4, until every time you go spearing you will be eternally chasing the high of multiple kills with a single projectile. You will stop eating, sleeping, and doing anything much, other than lurking in the muddy waters, waiting for a naive school of fish to wriggle past your steely gaze.
At some point (after many years), you will become less man, and more beast. The subject of hushed conversations and speculation... is there some sort of prehistoric killing machine, a remnant of the dinosaur era, lurking beneath the seemingly tranquil waters?
I hope this fate does not befall you my dear friend. I reallu hope.
xo
your nasty habit of lining things up with your eye has payed off, ma nig.
Strange you should mention that, my esteemed companion. I returned home last night to find Frank watching the 50's movie "Creature from the Black Lagoon", and one wonders if that wretched, gormless creature was not the end result of such an obsession.
The chick in it was stacked.
You look like Jason Bourne.
Except with fish.
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