Ren, Lee and myself are kickin back at 80 mile beach, enjoying the warm days, although a bit blowy, and the balmy nights, which are a nice change from the sub zero's experienced on the CSR.
Today, mum was feeling a bit off, so it was up to Lee and I to get today's catch !
Lee was more interested in shell collecting so I rigged up and tossed her in the drink with a big Mulloway on my mind. Lee soon decided he wanted a piece of the action, so I jammed my rod in the rod holder and proceeded to rig up his rod.
Then disaster struck, out of the corner of my eye, my rod tip bent over, almost touching the sand and woompaah!!!, the rod sailed into the air, bounced of the sand and went into the drink never to be seen again! Doh !
After much cursing, I rigged up Rens rod, and Lee and I continued for the next 2 hrs fishing and enjoying our surrounds, even though I continued to curse my misfortune in the back of my head.
A fellow up
the beach had something big on, and Lee saw the almighty struggle and bolted the 200m up
the beach to get an eyeful of the action. He came back 20 min later and told me he only caught a ray, and it was as big as the cruiser!
Before we new it, the tide was on its way out and the days fishing was over! The bloke 200m up from us stopped by, we had a mag and discovered we were both EO members. I told him of my rod losing anticts, and with a smile and a wink, he exited his drivers
seat, opened the doors of his troopy, and low and behold, in his hand was my sand and salt encrusted Alvey rod and reel ! You beauty!!! with a hearty handshake and a slap on the back, we later retired that evening for a beer and get to know! On ya REDBACK !
I luv travlin!
Evan