This is not your usual fishing story where someone hooks a massive snapper and plays it for hours. There was no grunting and swearing and calling the fish names. Though to be fair, its parents probably weren't married, so that nasty name you're calling it while struggling to bring it in is actually accurate.
This is about all those weekends over summer I let get away by missing the opportunity to get out on our amazing inner-harbour. I have a boat that I can use any time. It's in my garage, less than 20m from where I sleep. All I have to do is tow it out (once I've got the junk off it that in variably builds up on any stationary large item in a garage). Sometimes I'm amazed at my own laziness.
I went last weekend-and loved it so much I went twice! Launched at Sulphur Point, we don't know how lucky we are to have the free and decent access ways we have here. I'm getting better at backing a boat trailer. I imagine you could get a fair few laughs sitting at a boat ramp for a day watching how bad (and awesome) some are. It's like real-life MySky; if you want to see that stuff-up again you don't need to rewind, there'll be another along shortly.
In the beautiful sunshine and flat water we floated past the massive container ships at the port, watched people ski past us just off Matakana Island and did that kind of awkward wave people do as boats pass. I felt like a proper boatie. Except I let my excitement show!
I suck at fishing. I've accepted that, but I like it nonetheless. Out of the three of us we landed four fish-in two days! Two kahawai and two small kingfish (undersize, thrown back).
