What's the definition of an over ambitious shark angler?
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Little Green Fish
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AD
Isn't it the Shark Angler that swims his bait in?
LGF
Isn't it the Shark Angler that swims his bait in?
LGF
Someone who lives in JHB (well the last 11 years), spends $$$ to my local tackle store in JHB in preparation for the trip....200lb wire traces, 10/0 hook rigs, new line/braid on the reels (Trinidad and Saltiga), also eager to really put to the test his new HMG Assassin,
Then, there is the bait....spends $$$ to my 'local' tackle store in Dbn to fly bait to me here in JHB, some nice fresh mackerels, some of which are real "sighza's"
Then spends $$$ on fuel (not to mention the moola he dished out in the beginning of the year on a new 4x4!), drives down to St Lucia, whose fishing partner is a 5 year old, only chatter the whole 7 hours drive there is..."Daddy, are we there yet?"
Then, spends more $$$, there is the accommodation and living costs, meals, etc…, while down there.
Then there is the weather (7 day trip).... :headb a couple of s/w busters, ONE reasonable fishing day, the last day of fishing before driving home (go figure)....time to maximise my chance and saving my pride, is there some hope?
Takes the biggest mackerel in his arsenal of well packaged and prepared baits, who came from great distances (more well travelled than the angler) Damm bait was flown in from PE, then to DBN, then to JHB). Opens up his trace book (first time doing so, bad weather = no surf fishing). Forgets the hours it took tying 20 slide traces (just in case). Selects the 'right one'[/i] with the big mackerel, carefully ties the mackie....elusions of grandeur[/i] going through his mind...
After throwing his sinker out, one of his best casts, swear it went more the 200m....no-one around to confirm this. He walks down with his bait to the water edge to slide the bait. Meanwhile...junior gently reminds dad, that he has caught now fish number 16. Score for dad is still ZERO....The parent ponders, is it worth the effort of telling this five year-old, its not the number of fish that counts but size, which then equals total weight, that counts...he ignores as the score now is 18, another double hook-up of tiny Wave Garrick...hell, I've got fish in my tank at home, bigger than that!
Anyway the angler bids farewell to the sliding mackie as it skips on the surface, pink skirt flashing through the swells. More elusions of grandeur[/i] as he ponders a strike by a Kingie or a 'Couta as it disappears beneath the swells. after about 20 minutes of fervently rod shaking, places the rod in the stand, adjusts the drag & ratchet.
Sits back, relaxing with a ice cold Windhoek, every now and then the quietness is shrillingly interrupted by an "On-Dad" from a still-wet-in-the-nappy-ankle-biter, the score clocks on to 23.
And so the wait to even start putting points on the board, begins.....1 hour passes, 2 hours passes…beer supply now finished (shit, still sober)…still he waits.
Then, there is the bait....spends $$$ to my 'local' tackle store in Dbn to fly bait to me here in JHB, some nice fresh mackerels, some of which are real "sighza's"
Then spends $$$ on fuel (not to mention the moola he dished out in the beginning of the year on a new 4x4!), drives down to St Lucia, whose fishing partner is a 5 year old, only chatter the whole 7 hours drive there is..."Daddy, are we there yet?"
Then, spends more $$$, there is the accommodation and living costs, meals, etc…, while down there.
Then there is the weather (7 day trip).... :headb a couple of s/w busters, ONE reasonable fishing day, the last day of fishing before driving home (go figure)....time to maximise my chance and saving my pride, is there some hope?
Takes the biggest mackerel in his arsenal of well packaged and prepared baits, who came from great distances (more well travelled than the angler) Damm bait was flown in from PE, then to DBN, then to JHB). Opens up his trace book (first time doing so, bad weather = no surf fishing). Forgets the hours it took tying 20 slide traces (just in case). Selects the 'right one'[/i] with the big mackerel, carefully ties the mackie....elusions of grandeur[/i] going through his mind...
After throwing his sinker out, one of his best casts, swear it went more the 200m....no-one around to confirm this. He walks down with his bait to the water edge to slide the bait. Meanwhile...junior gently reminds dad, that he has caught now fish number 16. Score for dad is still ZERO....The parent ponders, is it worth the effort of telling this five year-old, its not the number of fish that counts but size, which then equals total weight, that counts...he ignores as the score now is 18, another double hook-up of tiny Wave Garrick...hell, I've got fish in my tank at home, bigger than that!
Anyway the angler bids farewell to the sliding mackie as it skips on the surface, pink skirt flashing through the swells. More elusions of grandeur[/i] as he ponders a strike by a Kingie or a 'Couta as it disappears beneath the swells. after about 20 minutes of fervently rod shaking, places the rod in the stand, adjusts the drag & ratchet.
Sits back, relaxing with a ice cold Windhoek, every now and then the quietness is shrillingly interrupted by an "On-Dad" from a still-wet-in-the-nappy-ankle-biter, the score clocks on to 23.
And so the wait to even start putting points on the board, begins.....1 hour passes, 2 hours passes…beer supply now finished (shit, still sober)…still he waits.
After some four hours of the bait simmering in the ocean the angler decides to reel in his bait, surely in this perfect ocean...the best its been in days!...there should have been a pickup be a denzien of the deep. I mean the tide was right, wind was right, sea color was right, sea temperature ok...u get the picture.
Junior now had a fish count where, even he lost count....so the expert angler proceeds the long reel home to inspect the bait, thinking surely all his years of fishing expereince, having been a club fisheman affiliated to two angling unions viz., NCAU and CGSAA, for combined total of 15 years, elvating to being a provincial angler for 6 years, heck even made Inland colors.....surely all this meant something.....still he muttered, "what am I doing wrong?"
He reels in his trace....a moment of silence as he stares at the rewards of all his efforts. For at his feet is indeed a catch, a catch so startling....I mean a catch so shocking to him that if u look at it differently has to be some world records of sorts. I mean a kilo sized mackie, 200lb wire, a 10/0 kendalls.....
The angler is suddenly awakened from his almost drunken stupour, the embilshment of his latest acheivement starting to sink in....that and little juniors antics as he was now rolling in the sand laughing. Tears of laughter streaming down his face. Dad's awe started to turn to anger, I mean the cheek of his offspring, openly ridiculing him. The now, not-so-fatherley angler dropped his rod to the ground and gave chase to the little'un in an attempt to smack him behind the head. But alas the young whipper snapper was too fast for him and litterally out ran him.....Demoralised the parent walked the 100m back to his rod to verify again what he had caught...
At least it was the species he was targeting....anbody get what the issue was?
Junior now had a fish count where, even he lost count....so the expert angler proceeds the long reel home to inspect the bait, thinking surely all his years of fishing expereince, having been a club fisheman affiliated to two angling unions viz., NCAU and CGSAA, for combined total of 15 years, elvating to being a provincial angler for 6 years, heck even made Inland colors.....surely all this meant something.....still he muttered, "what am I doing wrong?"
He reels in his trace....a moment of silence as he stares at the rewards of all his efforts. For at his feet is indeed a catch, a catch so startling....I mean a catch so shocking to him that if u look at it differently has to be some world records of sorts. I mean a kilo sized mackie, 200lb wire, a 10/0 kendalls.....
The angler is suddenly awakened from his almost drunken stupour, the embilshment of his latest acheivement starting to sink in....that and little juniors antics as he was now rolling in the sand laughing. Tears of laughter streaming down his face. Dad's awe started to turn to anger, I mean the cheek of his offspring, openly ridiculing him. The now, not-so-fatherley angler dropped his rod to the ground and gave chase to the little'un in an attempt to smack him behind the head. But alas the young whipper snapper was too fast for him and litterally out ran him.....Demoralised the parent walked the 100m back to his rod to verify again what he had caught...
At least it was the species he was targeting....anbody get what the issue was?
Little Green Fish
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That is unfortunatly the story of many a member here, the more us grown-up's know the more our the kids put us to shame with their successes.....
LGF
LGF
My point exactly LGF, the fish I caught was a small shark...so small I'm actually not sure exactly what shark specie it is.....the shark weighed at least 200 grams heavier than the mackeral I slid out on 200lb wire, notice the 10/0 kendall lodged firmly in the lower jaw.
I tell u oke's a catch like this takes skill!
Any tips and pointers, I will gladly share with the forum.
I tell u oke's a catch like this takes skill!
Any tips and pointers, I will gladly share with the forum.
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Little Green Fish
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AD
I don't wanna be rubbin salt in your wounds, but this is just to empahsize how often this happens, so often it does that there's jokes about it, check it out...
Two guys are talking about fishing. One says to the other, "I am NEVER going to take my wife fishing with me, ever again!"
"That bad, huh"
"She did everything wrong! She did everything wrong! She talked too much, made the boat rock constantly, tried to stand up in the boat, baited the hook wrong, used the wrong lures and WORST of all she caught more fish than me!"::craz
LGF
I don't wanna be rubbin salt in your wounds, but this is just to empahsize how often this happens, so often it does that there's jokes about it, check it out...
Two guys are talking about fishing. One says to the other, "I am NEVER going to take my wife fishing with me, ever again!"
"That bad, huh"
"She did everything wrong! She did everything wrong! She talked too much, made the boat rock constantly, tried to stand up in the boat, baited the hook wrong, used the wrong lures and WORST of all she caught more fish than me!"::craz
LGF
Little Green Fish
Sealiner
Here's another proving that point...
Fishing rule #1: The least experienced fisherman always catches the biggest fish.
Fishing rule #2: The worse your line is tangled, the better is the fishing around you.
Fishing rule #3: Fishing will do a lot for a man but it won't make him truthful.
Eish!!!!
LGF
Fishing rule #1: The least experienced fisherman always catches the biggest fish.
Fishing rule #2: The worse your line is tangled, the better is the fishing around you.
Fishing rule #3: Fishing will do a lot for a man but it won't make him truthful.
Eish!!!!
LGF
Little Green Fish
Sealiner
Hey AD
Well this weekend I turned the tables on the youngster and busted a 5.43 kg Barbel and my Bud a 1,2kg LGF, the Kid, well, he had a couple of bites he says, hehehehe.... So I won the comp ito biggest fish caught, this weekend, between the three of us, although my Bud won as he caught the only LGF...
LGF
Well this weekend I turned the tables on the youngster and busted a 5.43 kg Barbel and my Bud a 1,2kg LGF, the Kid, well, he had a couple of bites he says, hehehehe.... So I won the comp ito biggest fish caught, this weekend, between the three of us, although my Bud won as he caught the only LGF...
LGF
lerouxjaco
Senior Member
[color=#006600]AD[/color] wrote:
THAT MUST HAVE BEEN A VERY VERY SMALL MACKERAL YOU USED. :dunno1
Little Green Fish
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AD
I've heard of this kinda thing before, here's another possibility, your youngster hooked that small shark earlier on and when you turned around he had already exchanged the mackrel with the little shark, so all the while you thought you had this nice mackrel bait rigged when indeed your kid had already hooked your catch...:lol:1:lol:1:lol:1:lol:1:lol:1:lol:1:lol:1
BTW: Boss's Kid got the best of me four weeks ago (he caught the most and the biggest) again, so now its Kid=2, Me=1. (thankfully I sneeked in some practise during last week, hehehehehe so wait for the next run, then I'm gonna
him silly).
:f1shy
I've heard of this kinda thing before, here's another possibility, your youngster hooked that small shark earlier on and when you turned around he had already exchanged the mackrel with the little shark, so all the while you thought you had this nice mackrel bait rigged when indeed your kid had already hooked your catch...:lol:1:lol:1:lol:1:lol:1:lol:1:lol:1:lol:1
BTW: Boss's Kid got the best of me four weeks ago (he caught the most and the biggest) again, so now its Kid=2, Me=1. (thankfully I sneeked in some practise during last week, hehehehehe so wait for the next run, then I'm gonna
him silly).:f1shy
lerouxjaco
Senior Member
Hi AD
Maybe you must stop targeting those small sharkies and go for the cuta's. That 24kg cuta is a very very nice catch.
Maybe you must stop targeting those small sharkies and go for the cuta's. That 24kg cuta is a very very nice catch.