Teaching the guys to fish
January 6th 2007 19:29
Teaching the guys to fish.
I was lucky enough to be left with two Swedish backpackers, Frederick and Magnus to look after for a couple of days. Both boys are chefs at home so I knew that I did not have to work too hard on the cooking side as they volunteered to drive the kitchen for me during their stay. We jumped on to a train in Sydney and choofed our way to Lake Macquarie. A quick call through the super market for essentials that I don’t keep at home that young men like to have (soft drinks, milk etc.)
It was going to be a hot day and the best thing to do with them was put them on the water. A couple of paddleboards were dragged out of the shed and they went on their way. Back after about an hour and a half and completely knackered and happy. Their “tourist tans” complete with T-shirt and board short marks were developing nicely.
I knocked up a couple off quick pizzas for lunch and then after a nanny nap we headed off fishing. Neither guy had had much experience fishing before so it was all brand new to them. It was blowing spots off dogs out in the bay and normally I would not bother to go out myself but to entertain the lads I bit the bullet and headed the tinnie out into the teeth of a thirty-knot nor easter. White caps and a short sharp swell of around one metre sent waves crashing over the bow and everyone was soaked to the skin with spray. I nudged the boat to the lee of an island where the wind became a mere dull roar. Baited everyone up and lines were cast out.
Magnus was the first to hook up and immediately his inexperience showed as the fish darted free, as he had not kept up a steady pull on the rod and line. Next he landed a tiddler but on very light gear it gave him an adrenilan rush and he was hooked. I landed a “keeper” and then so did Magnuss with Frederick looking on glumly. With the luck of a novice Frederick slowly wound in a nice whiting caught on peeled prawn and I also managed another whiting. By now it was time to show them the next step of a fishing expedition.
Back at the wharf Magnus trotted up to the house to return with three stubbies, we cheered our success and they then watched me clean the fish as the local pelican population stood by for their share. Not a great haul but for a couple of novice tourists it made an exciting day out with the feed of fish for lunch tomorrow to look forward to.
I was lucky enough to be left with two Swedish backpackers, Frederick and Magnus to look after for a couple of days. Both boys are chefs at home so I knew that I did not have to work too hard on the cooking side as they volunteered to drive the kitchen for me during their stay. We jumped on to a train in Sydney and choofed our way to Lake Macquarie. A quick call through the super market for essentials that I don’t keep at home that young men like to have (soft drinks, milk etc.)
It was going to be a hot day and the best thing to do with them was put them on the water. A couple of paddleboards were dragged out of the shed and they went on their way. Back after about an hour and a half and completely knackered and happy. Their “tourist tans” complete with T-shirt and board short marks were developing nicely.
I knocked up a couple off quick pizzas for lunch and then after a nanny nap we headed off fishing. Neither guy had had much experience fishing before so it was all brand new to them. It was blowing spots off dogs out in the bay and normally I would not bother to go out myself but to entertain the lads I bit the bullet and headed the tinnie out into the teeth of a thirty-knot nor easter. White caps and a short sharp swell of around one metre sent waves crashing over the bow and everyone was soaked to the skin with spray. I nudged the boat to the lee of an island where the wind became a mere dull roar. Baited everyone up and lines were cast out.
Magnus was the first to hook up and immediately his inexperience showed as the fish darted free, as he had not kept up a steady pull on the rod and line. Next he landed a tiddler but on very light gear it gave him an adrenilan rush and he was hooked. I landed a “keeper” and then so did Magnuss with Frederick looking on glumly. With the luck of a novice Frederick slowly wound in a nice whiting caught on peeled prawn and I also managed another whiting. By now it was time to show them the next step of a fishing expedition.
Back at the wharf Magnus trotted up to the house to return with three stubbies, we cheered our success and they then watched me clean the fish as the local pelican population stood by for their share. Not a great haul but for a couple of novice tourists it made an exciting day out with the feed of fish for lunch tomorrow to look forward to.
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