Happy Birthday Paul
Actually, 'twas yesterday, but better late than never.
The Annual Fishing contest was down to three anglers this year, Judy, Paul and Paul's mate Kerry.
The lake's entrance is closed to the ocean, the lake is full of fresh water and sadly, the usually scarce fish are completely non-existent. SO, over to the beach. Paul had his beach rod, last used 1973 and a spare for Kerry. Judy had her trusty lake and estuary rod. Paul had pilchards on a three-gang hook, Judy had the usual prawn on a big red hook. I rigged the line as requested for beach operations and off we went. The battle was on, lines were cast, bait was thrown into the ocean, feet were frozen.
Fish? Not a one, not a hint of a one, not a bit, not a nibble. Nothing, Zippo.
The session was called when a suggestion that the only nibbles that were going to be had would be served on a platter with a nice glass of wine. And so it was that the Great Fishing Contest for the Year 2012 was declared a non-event on account of a lack of interest on the fishs' behalf. a Fish Off it certainly was. Next year, we'll get them next year!
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