Before kids my partner and I would get up at midnight and drive for hours to get to our favourite fishing spots before the tide change. We would sit in the freezing cold with minimal light up to our elbows in cockle guts just hoping that today would be a good fishing day. Well most days are not good fishing days, thats where all the one that got away stories come from.
Fast forward a hand full of years and we have two great boys that love to fish. Lucky for us. Our last fishing trip the boys caught loads of brim. Their father and I caught nothing. We spend all out time helping them, rebaiting and holding them so they don’t fall in. These are our most favourite days. Even though it’s a lot of work it is amazing to watch our pride and joy be so proud of himself catching his first fish.
Posted by natct, 27th June 2013