No bait, no food...

Hi there,


Some time ago, I told Double Haul that I would try to get him some small Queenfish that he would be able to use as bait for his Billfishes addiction... 
And yes I own him a few bait for all the garfishes that I dutifully lost while he was trying to teach me how to catch a Sailfish...


Well guess what?
Since then I was totally unable to land a single Queenfish...
Not a small or big one, no, nada, zilch, zero, niete, just a big fat doughnut on the Queenfish front!
Shame job really...


So this morning I told myself, I will go on the rocks, and get him some bait, and a feed for me and my family too!
And I was on my way to the Cullen Bay rock walls.


Yeah right!
Lucky no one was holding his breath or he would be dead by now...


I tried all sort of metal slices, even some funky ones that I had never used before.
Some blade and soft plastic, but to no avail...


So I told myself, the last thing that you haven't tried today is a popper, so my boy it is time to take the popper out of the bag.
And as the target was queenfish, I took a big orange, yellowish one, a Storm Saltwaer Chug Bug, that I got in Singapor.


And...
Something just jumped on it very close to the rocks, made a big splash and pulled on the line.
It even started to jump around, like a queenfish!

Splashing around.

Yes, I got a bit excited.
But it was definitively not a queenfish...
Sad, because it would have been of the good size as a bait, I think.


No, it was just a small Barramundi, not even a legal one, but once again a small fish going for a big lure...
  

Baby Barramundi on popper.

So quick photo and released alive and kicking. 
Because I was told that we are not allowed to use these ones as bait...



So I decided to get back to the chrome slices and used a new one.
I was just reeling it as fast as I could, when I felt a bump on the line.
But no pull...


And when the lure came back to me, look at what was on one of the hooks:

Some fish scales on my hook.

I must have bumped into a fish and gave him a bit of a fright.
Oops, sorry...


And that was it for the morning, still a very good time on the water edge.

Lucky me my beloved ones at home had prepared something to eat.
Maybe they start to know that my talents as a fisherman are a bit unpredictable, and had decided not to rely on it.
To this, I would say, good on them!
And yes I came back home one more time with not bait or food.

But hey, it could be worse.
Have a good day,
Me.

I'm back!

I'm back!
Doesn't this sound like a James Brown song?
Any way, yes I am back in the land of Oz, and it feels good.
(Is this another James Brown song? It Feels Good)
Ok yes you may have understood by now that I cam back from my little escapade overseas with some of my old CDs from when I was a kid...

And while I was away I learned some more information on the Coca Cola lure from a previous post.
Well, it would rather be more exact to say that my email received the news and it was also shared on the FFF forum, and that it is upon my return that I read and learnt all these things...
So here it is for the ones interested in the topic of fishing lures.

The boss from Reidy's Lures, the company that made this very lure, wrote that he believe that the Coke promo was only for the Northern Territory of Australia, and that 5000 lures only were produced. There were 13 printing plates mades and it would take 10 printing runs which would have been an absolute nightmare and very time consuming.

He also said that even him as the boss of the company did not get one of them.
So I offered to give him the lure if he wanted it for the Reidy's archive, and lucky me he declined the offer saying that he might get one from another source, so I can keep it.

And to think that I spend some of my holidays thinking that I may have to give away this little lure...

I also have to confess that during this little trip I visited more fishing tackle shops than museums...
But to save me, the time spent in the museums was longer than the one in the tackle shops...
Maybe because you can't buy what's in the museums, so no risk of spending it all while in there, as opposed to the fishing shops...

But hey, it could be worse.
Have a good day,
Me.

P.S: And here are two little photos of a must to visit shop in Paris called: Des Poissons Si Grands, where I did a bit of shopping. Buying mostly some Mepps lures as I used to fish with them as a kid and can't find them in Darwin. I wonder how they will work up here...

More lure than I could ever use.

Ha, Paris...

The Barbie truck...

Hi there,

So my little one really believe that the garbage truck is a Barbie truck...
Honest, I have absolutely not a clues as to where that comes from... ??? ...

But any time that the garbage truck comes down the road in the morning, to pick up our wastes, or when we see one in a street during the day. She becomes very exited and start screaming: "The Barbie truck! The Barbie truck! Look daddy the Barbie truck!"

And she then wave frantically to the guys in the truck.
Firemen, sometimes policemen are more used to this treatment, but garbage truck operators, or Garbo as they are called down here, are usually a bit surprise to see a little one waving to them with a big smile.
And often seem very happy and wave back. Some of them must think that my little one must have some family in the industry, or that here is a little girl who really appreciate their hard work.

And I am happy with that, if she gives them some happiness in their routine of taking everybody else trash, it is not a bad thing in itself.

The only thing that worry's me a tad, is that one day she might do it at school in front of her little friends or in front of someone who might then tell her off and say to her that this is not Barbie's truck, but the stinky rubbish truck.
And that would be a shattering news for her I am sure...

So what should I do as her daddy?
Tell her the truth, or let her live in a perfect world where Barbie often come down the road in her big blue truck? (I mean, not even pink?  ). 
I tell you what, it is not alway easy this parenting thing...

But hey, it could be worse.
Have a good day,
Me.