No More Seamen!
Take that, you mudder!
You know how it is when you read about the adventures that all the fishermen have out at sea, and you just can't wait to try your hand at it in the hope that one day you can retire and live out the rest of your life peacefully hauling in trout, salmon and maybe even a giant tortoise who'd give you the winning combination to that weekend's lottery? Well I've always clung to that dream, but today it was crushed. Like testicles in the throbbing hands of an ogre. Crushed.
A few hours ago a few of us rang up the idea of going prawn fishing at Marina South. This was my virgin attack on the mysteries of prawn fishing, so naturally I was pretty excited.
The first line was dropped, and a short while later there was a tug. I never expected prawns to be that strong. It came as a real shock, almost like someone tugging at your underwear in the hope of giving you a mega wedgy. When it hits, you just don't really know what to do. The natural reaction is obviously to just pull away and scream, "Whoa that was close!" I digress. Anyway, somehow we managed to reel that scummy crawly thing in, and into the basket it went, without it's claws of course.
By the end of the night, I had learned that you have to give the prawn some leeway, letting it slowly nibble its condemned miserable life away. You couldn't just jump and race away and hope to hook it. In my mind there is really no correlation between prawn fishing and getting a wedgy anymore. But it was too little too late. The catch for the night between two rods was only 21, a miserable number really. Anyhow, I'm hoping that we got a few prawn families tonight, leaving a few little wankers orphaned even. Hell, I don't really give a rat's ass, those miserable crustaceans can weep and haggle at each other's claws for all i care. I paid good money for this.
Well, with a total catch of 21 amongst us, I hardly think any of us will ever make it as fishermen, slowly chugging along the coast hauling in little splattering fish. Time to look for another profession.
Till next time, goodbye world.
posted by Da Buffalo! @ 5:22 AM
4 Comments:
On a side note, each prawn Irvin caught had its mother cursed at.
Oh yes. Don't be fooled. Irvin only contributed to 4 of the 21. He's trying to make his catch sound more impressive. Statistics do not lie...they really don't.
last year when i prawn-fished, i caught a monster prawn. def the catch of the day. power....
ok i only caught 3/4 prawns tt nite. -may
Well Irvin, if you really suck at prawn fishing, don't go back to it.
But here's something I'd recommend for you to do. http://2005.bloggies.com/
Good luck.
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