AliKat

for fun kingiesfor looks snapperfor the plate flattiesfor the smoker tommiesfor lure fun salmonfor brownie points crabs.

I dont reply to forums much anymore, but i cant let this one past,Fishing is so much more than throwing in a line and wanting a bag limit,Its the planning the trip, the thrill of a new spot, the night before tying rigs and dreaming of the mecca fish,the sun rising as your heading out with wildlife and dolphins,its the unexpected, the never knowing,the antisipation, watching the rod tip while enjoying a cuppa.always learning a lifetime couldnt teach you everything, never boring, the satifacion when , yes not often or always, but the times it does all come together.A sport you can enjoy with 3 generations, the mates, the wife, or in solitary bliss,Once it was a commonality, a mateship quickly struck with strangers, with a common interest or obsesion.you can take it as serious with comps and records or as casual as you like.yes theres more of some species and less of others, theres the rude ones, or just plain new, as with the rest of the world, more regs and rules, Im on a dissability pension that isnt obvious, like a wheelchair, I volunteer, conribute to society, work when i can, I live on a pittance and fishing, is a luxury, an excersise, and bloody good therapy,I get told often, "its okay for people like you" ?I get told to get a job, pay taxes, i voted for the gst so i could.Id give you a fag if it wasnt my last one, help you put your boat in, tow you back if you got stuck, i share my catch when im lucky enough to get enough.Ive passed on the little i know to many, I went from line wound on a coke bottle to a proper hand line, then a rod as a gift, now i have a stacer, i support my tackle shop, the term used to be "the patience of a fisherman"I thank the universe when i feel well enough, when everything falls into place and i get to go fishing, I return ready to face all the rest again, till next trip.Ali

I dont reply to forums much anymore, but i cant let this one past,Fishing is so much more than throwing in a line and wanting a bag limit,Its the planning the trip, the thrill of a new spot, the night before tying rigs and dreaming of the mecca fish,the sun rising as your heading out with wildlife and dolphins,its the unexpected, the never knowing,the antisipation, watching the rod tip while enjoying a cuppa.always learning a lifetime couldnt teach you everything, never boring, the satifacion when , yes not often or always, but the times it does all come together.A sport you can enjoy with 3 generations, the mates, the wife, or in solitary bliss,Once it was a commonality, a mateship quickly struck with strangers, with a common interest or obsesion.you can take it as serious with comps and records or as casual as you like.yes theres more of some species and less of others, theres the rude ones, or just plain new, as with the rest of the world, more regs and rules, Im on a dissability pension that isnt obvious, like a wheelchair, I volunteer, conribute to society, work when i can, I live on a pittance and fishing, is a luxury, an excersise, and bloody good therapy,I get told often, "its okay for people like you" ?I get told to get a job, pay taxes, i voted for the gst so i could.Id give you a fag if it wasnt my last one, help you put your boat in, tow you back if you got stuck, i share my catch when im lucky enough to get enough.Ive passed on the little i know to many, I went from line wound on a coke bottle to a proper hand line, then a rod as a gift, now i have a stacer, i support my tackle shop, the term used to be "the patience of a fisherman"I thank the universe when i feel well enough, when everything falls into place and i get to go fishing, I return ready to face all the rest again, till next trip.Ali

I dont reply to forums much anymore, but i cant let this one past,Fishing is so much more than throwing in a line and wanting a bag limit,Its the planning the trip, the thrill of a new spot, the night before tying rigs and dreaming of the mecca fish,the sun rising as your heading out with wildlife and dolphins,its the unexpected, the never knowing,the antisipation, watching the rod tip while enjoying a cuppa.always learning a lifetime couldnt teach you everything, never boring, the satifacion when , yes not often or always, but the times it does all come together.A sport you can enjoy with 3 generations, the mates, the wife, or in solitary bliss,Once it was a commonality, a mateship quickly struck with strangers, with a common interest or obsesion.you can take it as serious with comps and records or as casual as you like.yes theres more of some species and less of others, theres the rude ones, or just plain new, as with the rest of the world, more regs and rules, Im on a dissability pension that isnt obvious, like a wheelchair, I volunteer, conribute to society, work when i can, I live on a pittance and fishing, is a luxury, an excersise, and bloody good therapy,I get told often, "its okay for people like you" ?I get told to get a job, pay taxes, i voted for the gst so i could.Id give you a fag if it wasnt my last one, help you put your boat in, tow you back if you got stuck, i share my catch when im lucky enough to get enough.Ive passed on the little i know to many, I went from line wound on a coke bottle to a proper hand line, then a rod as a gift, now i have a stacer, i support my tackle shop, the term used to be "the patience of a fisherman"I thank the universe when i feel well enough, when everything falls into place and i get to go fishing, I return ready to face all the rest again, till next trip.Ali

I dont reply to forums much anymore, but i cant let this one past,Fishing is so much more than throwing in a line and wanting a bag limit,Its the planning the trip, the thrill of a new spot, the night before tying rigs and dreaming of the mecca fish,the sun rising as your heading out with wildlife and dolphins,its the unexpected, the never knowing,the antisipation, watching the rod tip while enjoying a cuppa.always learning a lifetime couldnt teach you everything, never boring, the satifacion when , yes not often or always, but the times it does all come together.A sport you can enjoy with 3 generations, the mates, the wife, or in solitary bliss,Once it was a commonality, a mateship quickly struck with strangers, with a common interest or obsesion.you can take it as serious with comps and records or as casual as you like.yes theres more of some species and less of others, theres the rude ones, or just plain new, as with the rest of the world, more regs and rules, Im on a dissability pension that isnt obvious, like a wheelchair, I volunteer, conribute to society, work when i can, I live on a pittance and fishing, is a luxury, an excersise, and bloody good therapy,I get told often, "its okay for people like you" ?I get told to get a job, pay taxes, i voted for the gst so i could.Id give you a fag if it wasnt my last one, help you put your boat in, tow you back if you got stuck, i share my catch when im lucky enough to get enough.Ive passed on the little i know to many, I went from line wound on a coke bottle to a proper hand line, then a rod as a gift, now i have a stacer, i support my tackle shop, the term used to be "the patience of a fisherman"I thank the universe when i feel well enough, when everything falls into place and i get to go fishing, I return ready to face all the rest again, till next trip.Ali

I dont reply to forums much anymore, but i cant let this one past,Fishing is so much more than throwing in a line and wanting a bag limit,Its the planning the trip, the thrill of a new spot, the night before tying rigs and dreaming of the mecca fish,the sun rising as your heading out with wildlife and dolphins,its the unexpected, the never knowing,the antisipation, watching the rod tip while enjoying a cuppa.always learning a lifetime couldnt teach you everything, never boring, the satifacion when , yes not often or always, but the times it does all come together.A sport you can enjoy with 3 generations, the mates, the wife, or in solitary bliss,Once it was a commonality, a mateship quickly struck with strangers, with a common interest or obsesion.you can take it as serious with comps and records or as casual as you like.yes theres more of some species and less of others, theres the rude ones, or just plain new, as with the rest of the world, more regs and rules, Im on a dissability pension that isnt obvious, like a wheelchair, I volunteer, conribute to society, work when i can, I live on a pittance and fishing, is a luxury, an excersise, and bloody good therapy,I get told often, "its okay for people like you" ?I get told to get a job, pay taxes, i voted for the gst so i could.Id give you a fag if it wasnt my last one, help you put your boat in, tow you back if you got stuck, i share my catch when im lucky enough to get enough.Ive passed on the little i know to many, I went from line wound on a coke bottle to a proper hand line, then a rod as a gift, now i have a stacer, i support my tackle shop, the term used to be "the patience of a fisherman"I thank the universe when i feel well enough, when everything falls into place and i get to go fishing, I return ready to face all the rest again, till next trip.Ali

I take them both landbased, all good,niether boat fishing, the collie wants to round up any schools and the kelpie flies off the boat at the birds, they still love the boat because they know the hose will come out when i bring her back in.ali

I take them both landbased, all good,niether boat fishing, the collie wants to round up any schools and the kelpie flies off the boat at the birds, they still love the boat because they know the hose will come out when i bring her back in.ali

Monocostoldschool, used to it,to lazy to learn the knots,so many spools i had to have! at the time to use up.Ali

I was 10 years old and my dad owned half a shack at Port Augusta, school holidays, dads 10 foot tinny, and oars, i know lol, no moter,! No fishing bans and if there were limits i didnt know them, We rowed straight out from the front of the shacks to a (channel marker) it was an old stick that moved with the tide, the swaying told us when the tide was turning, Just on daylight, we rigged the handlines with a big slop line we used to call them each, and settled in for a hot milo for me and a tea for dad, before tackling the tommies, My big red handline went banging along the bottom of the boat, i grabbed for it and just held on, the line was so thick i think it would have towed a car, my arm was hurting, but arm over arm i pulled, dad was saying a nice flathead for tea mum will love us and then! yes i saw colour, i was sweating, and yelling dad, the tail was splashing me with seawater, next thing i knew dad had it over and into the boat, the prettiest fish id ever seen, the blue was vibrant, i was shaking and couldnt let go of the hand line, well ill be a bloody huge snapper snapper says dad, okay id caught a snapper! and it was apparently very good!I wish i knew the size and weight, all i can remember is we had to come in, it didnt fit in the fish bag, an old wheat bag and dad wanted it on ice, Mum came down because we were back so early she thought something was wrong, the smile on mum and dads face was almost as big as mine, Dad and i went back out and got some tommies while mum cleaned the snapper, but i spent the whole time watching the big hand line, with my heart pounding, waiting for another one, i was hooked and i still to this day have that feeling, the gear has changed, and the rules, i have my own boat now, and take dad out, but the feeling, well thats the same, We ate that snapper that niight, mum cooked it on the coals, the sweetest fish ive ever eaten, and then the best nights sleep, dreaming of the next big one.

I was 10 years old and my dad owned half a shack at Port Augusta, school holidays, dads 10 foot tinny, and oars, i know lol, no moter,! No fishing bans and if there were limits i didnt know them, We rowed straight out from the front of the shacks to a (channel marker) it was an old stick that moved with the tide, the swaying told us when the tide was turning, Just on daylight, we rigged the handlines with a big slop line we used to call them each, and settled in for a hot milo for me and a tea for dad, before tackling the tommies, My big red handline went banging along the bottom of the boat, i grabbed for it and just held on, the line was so thick i think it would have towed a car, my arm was hurting, but arm over arm i pulled, dad was saying a nice flathead for tea mum will love us and then! yes i saw colour, i was sweating, and yelling dad, the tail was splashing me with seawater, next thing i knew dad had it over and into the boat, the prettiest fish id ever seen, the blue was vibrant, i was shaking and couldnt let go of the hand line, well ill be a bloody huge snapper snapper says dad, okay id caught a snapper! and it was apparently very good!I wish i knew the size and weight, all i can remember is we had to come in, it didnt fit in the fish bag, an old wheat bag and dad wanted it on ice, Mum came down because we were back so early she thought something was wrong, the smile on mum and dads face was almost as big as mine, Dad and i went back out and got some tommies while mum cleaned the snapper, but i spent the whole time watching the big hand line, with my heart pounding, waiting for another one, i was hooked and i still to this day have that feeling, the gear has changed, and the rules, i have my own boat now, and take dad out, but the feeling, well thats the same, We ate that snapper that niight, mum cooked it on the coals, the sweetest fish ive ever eaten, and then the best nights sleep, dreaming of the next big one.

I was 10 years old and my dad owned half a shack at Port Augusta, school holidays, dads 10 foot tinny, and oars, i know lol, no moter,! No fishing bans and if there were limits i didnt know them, We rowed straight out from the front of the shacks to a (channel marker) it was an old stick that moved with the tide, the swaying told us when the tide was turning, Just on daylight, we rigged the handlines with a big slop line we used to call them each, and settled in for a hot milo for me and a tea for dad, before tackling the tommies, My big red handline went banging along the bottom of the boat, i grabbed for it and just held on, the line was so thick i think it would have towed a car, my arm was hurting, but arm over arm i pulled, dad was saying a nice flathead for tea mum will love us and then! yes i saw colour, i was sweating, and yelling dad, the tail was splashing me with seawater, next thing i knew dad had it over and into the boat, the prettiest fish id ever seen, the blue was vibrant, i was shaking and couldnt let go of the hand line, well ill be a bloody huge snapper snapper says dad, okay id caught a snapper! and it was apparently very good!I wish i knew the size and weight, all i can remember is we had to come in, it didnt fit in the fish bag, an old wheat bag and dad wanted it on ice, Mum came down because we were back so early she thought something was wrong, the smile on mum and dads face was almost as big as mine, Dad and i went back out and got some tommies while mum cleaned the snapper, but i spent the whole time watching the big hand line, with my heart pounding, waiting for another one, i was hooked and i still to this day have that feeling, the gear has changed, and the rules, i have my own boat now, and take dad out, but the feeling, well thats the same, We ate that snapper that niight, mum cooked it on the coals, the sweetest fish ive ever eaten, and then the best nights sleep, dreaming of the next big one.

Hey all,Saturday the 20th of nov, a day to remember.I and my son went out in my boat,14 ft stacer,mostly just to chill, life had been a little rough of late, and maybe get a few salmon and a feed of crabs.First we tried a creek runoff as the tide was outgoing, nothing but shitties, time to shift and get settled for a cuppa for smoko, we didnt get out early and werent to fussed about the tides either, just a nice day on the water.We moved and anchored just outside of one of the new channel markers popping up everywhere up here, in went the berley and out came the thermos.After a cuppa a little friendly competion with my boy on the salmon with lures, we had bought each other an ugly stik baitcaster for christmas as we both wanted to try more of this sort of fishing, a few salmon came in the boat and then i got a nice tommy on a metal slice, ever the optomist i put it on the big rod as a livie an sat for a smoke.The gar dissapeared from the berley trail and my livie was super excited, just as i said to my son "get ready" my rod went off, i grabbed it and hit the lever drag to strike, well it only slowed a little and i was worried about poles etc, Shaun had the anchor up, ready to start the moter but luck had the fish and us going for open water so i put more drag on and well maybe that was a mistake, kingy must have realised something wasnt right and had a big run, both arms locked on the rod, the rod on the side of the boat with the tip in the water, my left arm was burning already, lift and a couple of winds and off kingy would go again, this went on for a bit, sweat was pouring off me, my arms were burning, and i was starting to wonder who would win, about then it went deep just bursts now and then it went in wide circles under us, Shaun lifted the moter and i started to gain some line back.Then we saw colour, and i realised the size of the thing, and well we swore! and i paniced, as the fished arced wide i knew it would see the boat and run again, Shaun had the gaff ready, and gaffed just as it was about to go off again, up she came in a rush of pure adrenalin Shaun pulled it into the boat.Athough we tried, we didnt get another run and my son missed out, next time aye, at the tackle shop it weighed 54 kilos and was 115cms long.

Hey all,Saturday the 20th of nov, a day to remember.I and my son went out in my boat,14 ft stacer,mostly just to chill, life had been a little rough of late, and maybe get a few salmon and a feed of crabs.First we tried a creek runoff as the tide was outgoing, nothing but shitties, time to shift and get settled for a cuppa for smoko, we didnt get out early and werent to fussed about the tides either, just a nice day on the water.We moved and anchored just outside of one of the new channel markers popping up everywhere up here, in went the berley and out came the thermos.After a cuppa a little friendly competion with my boy on the salmon with lures, we had bought each other an ugly stik baitcaster for christmas as we both wanted to try more of this sort of fishing, a few salmon came in the boat and then i got a nice tommy on a metal slice, ever the optomist i put it on the big rod as a livie an sat for a smoke.The gar dissapeared from the berley trail and my livie was super excited, just as i said to my son "get ready" my rod went off, i grabbed it and hit the lever drag to strike, well it only slowed a little and i was worried about poles etc, Shaun had the anchor up, ready to start the moter but luck had the fish and us going for open water so i put more drag on and well maybe that was a mistake, kingy must have realised something wasnt right and had a big run, both arms locked on the rod, the rod on the side of the boat with the tip in the water, my left arm was burning already, lift and a couple of winds and off kingy would go again, this went on for a bit, sweat was pouring off me, my arms were burning, and i was starting to wonder who would win, about then it went deep just bursts now and then it went in wide circles under us, Shaun lifted the moter and i started to gain some line back.Then we saw colour, and i realised the size of the thing, and well we swore! and i paniced, as the fished arced wide i knew it would see the boat and run again, Shaun had the gaff ready, and gaffed just as it was about to go off again, up she came in a rush of pure adrenalin Shaun pulled it into the boat.Athough we tried, we didnt get another run and my son missed out, next time aye, at the tackle shop it weighed 54 kilos and was 115cms long.

Hey all,Saturday the 20th of nov, a day to remember.I and my son went out in my boat,14 ft stacer,mostly just to chill, life had been a little rough of late, and maybe get a few salmon and a feed of crabs.First we tried a creek runoff as the tide was outgoing, nothing but shitties, time to shift and get settled for a cuppa for smoko, we didnt get out early and werent to fussed about the tides either, just a nice day on the water.We moved and anchored just outside of one of the new channel markers popping up everywhere up here, in went the berley and out came the thermos.After a cuppa a little friendly competion with my boy on the salmon with lures, we had bought each other an ugly stik baitcaster for christmas as we both wanted to try more of this sort of fishing, a few salmon came in the boat and then i got a nice tommy on a metal slice, ever the optomist i put it on the big rod as a livie an sat for a smoke.The gar dissapeared from the berley trail and my livie was super excited, just as i said to my son "get ready" my rod went off, i grabbed it and hit the lever drag to strike, well it only slowed a little and i was worried about poles etc, Shaun had the anchor up, ready to start the moter but luck had the fish and us going for open water so i put more drag on and well maybe that was a mistake, kingy must have realised something wasnt right and had a big run, both arms locked on the rod, the rod on the side of the boat with the tip in the water, my left arm was burning already, lift and a couple of winds and off kingy would go again, this went on for a bit, sweat was pouring off me, my arms were burning, and i was starting to wonder who would win, about then it went deep just bursts now and then it went in wide circles under us, Shaun lifted the moter and i started to gain some line back.Then we saw colour, and i realised the size of the thing, and well we swore! and i paniced, as the fished arced wide i knew it would see the boat and run again, Shaun had the gaff ready, and gaffed just as it was about to go off again, up she came in a rush of pure adrenalin Shaun pulled it into the boat.Athough we tried, we didnt get another run and my son missed out, next time aye, at the tackle shop it weighed 54 kilos and was 115cms long.

Hey all,Saturday the 20th of nov, a day to remember.I and my son went out in my boat,14 ft stacer,mostly just to chill, life had been a little rough of late, and maybe get a few salmon and a feed of crabs.First we tried a creek runoff as the tide was outgoing, nothing but shitties, time to shift and get settled for a cuppa for smoko, we didnt get out early and werent to fussed about the tides either, just a nice day on the water.We moved and anchored just outside of one of the new channel markers popping up everywhere up here, in went the berley and out came the thermos.After a cuppa a little friendly competion with my boy on the salmon with lures, we had bought each other an ugly stik baitcaster for christmas as we both wanted to try more of this sort of fishing, a few salmon came in the boat and then i got a nice tommy on a metal slice, ever the optomist i put it on the big rod as a livie an sat for a smoke.The gar dissapeared from the berley trail and my livie was super excited, just as i said to my son "get ready" my rod went off, i grabbed it and hit the lever drag to strike, well it only slowed a little and i was worried about poles etc, Shaun had the anchor up, ready to start the moter but luck had the fish and us going for open water so i put more drag on and well maybe that was a mistake, kingy must have realised something wasnt right and had a big run, both arms locked on the rod, the rod on the side of the boat with the tip in the water, my left arm was burning already, lift and a couple of winds and off kingy would go again, this went on for a bit, sweat was pouring off me, my arms were burning, and i was starting to wonder who would win, about then it went deep just bursts now and then it went in wide circles under us, Shaun lifted the moter and i started to gain some line back.Then we saw colour, and i realised the size of the thing, and well we swore! and i paniced, as the fished arced wide i knew it would see the boat and run again, Shaun had the gaff ready, and gaffed just as it was about to go off again, up she came in a rush of pure adrenalin Shaun pulled it into the boat.Athough we tried, we didnt get another run and my son missed out, next time aye, at the tackle shop it weighed 54 kilos and was 115cms long.

Hey all,Especialy parents, aunties, uncles, grandparents, basicly anyone that spends time with the little ones,Christmas is upon us, and what better gift than a new rod, and most importantly time spent with them fishing.I went out with my son yesterday, a man of 22 now, and he was remembering the first rod i ever got him (was Santa actualy) the first time he used it, the biggest fish on it, in great detail, since then we have had many a fishing trip, and a great many memories, surely one of the best and longest lasting gift you could give.Ali

Hey all,Especialy parents, aunties, uncles, grandparents, basicly anyone that spends time with the little ones,Christmas is upon us, and what better gift than a new rod, and most importantly time spent with them fishing.I went out with my son yesterday, a man of 22 now, and he was remembering the first rod i ever got him (was Santa actualy) the first time he used it, the biggest fish on it, in great detail, since then we have had many a fishing trip, and a great many memories, surely one of the best and longest lasting gift you could give.Ali

Hey all,Especialy parents, aunties, uncles, grandparents, basicly anyone that spends time with the little ones,Christmas is upon us, and what better gift than a new rod, and most importantly time spent with them fishing.I went out with my son yesterday, a man of 22 now, and he was remembering the first rod i ever got him (was Santa actualy) the first time he used it, the biggest fish on it, in great detail, since then we have had many a fishing trip, and a great many memories, surely one of the best and longest lasting gift you could give.Ali