Picture this..... Its a beautiful picturesc summer afternoon... Your intention....to land a rod breakn Grunter.... First....5 mins elapse then a further 10min....ok, so know ure waiting over half an hour, thoughts start creeping into ure head, "Wonder if i shud check my bait?" or " I wonder if im using the right bait?" until all silence erupts from a hell bent rod and a screaming ratchet!!!!!
Body tenses as you lean into that fish, that ever smooth drag complimenting your choice of reel. The battle continues, knowing full well you only have 5kg breaking strain, you wanna enjoy this fight....Yet also land that fish. After a few min, that first shimmer of mother of pearl and those ripened spots appear and ol Grunt decides to give it another dash.....Until...
Ol Smiley Face appears!!!!!!
With a sweep of his tail, you now realise why Ol Grunt decided to give it "one more dash"
Uncle Croc here decides he would rather have my only pull of the afternoon for his supper.....
So after a tug of war (or so i thought) with two swoops of his tail...he was gone.
Croc 1 - One frustrated guy 0
Body tenses as you lean into that fish, that ever smooth drag complimenting your choice of reel. The battle continues, knowing full well you only have 5kg breaking strain, you wanna enjoy this fight....Yet also land that fish. After a few min, that first shimmer of mother of pearl and those ripened spots appear and ol Grunt decides to give it another dash.....Until...
Ol Smiley Face appears!!!!!!
With a sweep of his tail, you now realise why Ol Grunt decided to give it "one more dash"Uncle Croc here decides he would rather have my only pull of the afternoon for his supper.....
So after a tug of war (or so i thought) with two swoops of his tail...he was gone.
Croc 1 - One frustrated guy 0
Was just tinkn the other day.... we really priveledged to have the ocean at our feet. People pay literally thousands of moola to experaince whats just a few km away.