CARNARVON

TWAS A LITTLE WINDY AT THE END
OF THE JETTY!

THURSDAY 17 - FRIDAY 18.10.2013: Went fishing yesterday at the very end of One Mile Jetty, but without any success. So today we exited 'Thomas the Tank' midway and set up on the pier. Carole was the star of the day catching the most fish. Stan, a chap that we first met as a volunteer at the Lighthouse Keeper's Cottage joined us on the pier. We kept 2 large Dart fish for our consumption, gave Stan 3 and one other chap 1 fish. Stan was gutting one of the fish we had given him when he cut his finger and as he is on Warfarin called the train driver to bring a bandaid out - did cross the mind that he may well bleed to death by the time the train rattled out! Stan is up having his bandaid applied and a fish jumps on his line - the cry came "the rod". Carole placed her rod securely under the chair and ran (walked briskly), to successfully land Stan's 70cm Tailor - the catch of the day. Carole returned to her seat - NO ROD! Obviously during the excitement a fish had hooked itself onto her line and gone, rod and all. One cannot express how impressed Carole was - worse still, Stan did not even offer the catch as compensation!

FEEL SORRY FOR THE TWO "YOUNG'INS"
DOWN ON THEIR KNEES LOOKING
FOR A ROD, REEL A-N-D FISH THAT BY
NOW WOULD BE OFF THE COAST OF AFRICA!

We went straight to the Tackle Shop to purchase a new rod and reel. The tale of woe was explained and the salesman said that he knew Stan. Next day fishing Stan was there again and reported that he had been given a hard time by the Staff at the shop. First Tailor (b-i-g fish), that Stan caught he offered to Carole - she took it (felt the gesture may have been prompted by the staff)! Needless to say in such a small community the fishing story had circulated (abetted by Carole telling anyone that was  prepared to listen), and at the next low tide people were out looking for the rod! 

DART FISH & OUR FINAL
"IN MEMORIUM" PHOTO OF
'THE ROD'