That's a cracker. Redfin so under-rated! Great fish.My PB redfin still is the 55 out of my uncles dam.
Fishing when you were a kid ...
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Here are photos of me. bl..dy hell, I'm cute
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Kodak days! Solid fibreglass rods?
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Yep some of them were. Wasn't until about 10 when a relative made me a hollow glass rod. I still have it and use it when I go home
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[quote="Matt Flynn"]Interesting that it was your mum leading the way Melv. So you think the harbour is fishing better now?
Yeah, Mum was the fisher in the family. Her father and brothers were mad keen so i guess that's where she picked it up as well. Dad did 25 years in the Navy, 4 of them at sea and couldn't swim a stoke to save himself, not sure how he got a way with that. Buzzing around in a 12ft tinny wasn't his idea of fun...
The harbour definitely fishes better for Barra now, was netted pretty hard back in the day I think. No doubt the techniques have changed as well, Minn Kota, 10lb braid, fluorocarbon leaders and sexy soft plastics mean it's more hit than miss these days. Quality reefies on the other hand are not a patch on what they were. Certainly up in the arms. The depth sounder consisted of a jam tin full of lead and some Telecom rope with knots tied at regular intervals. rarely missed bagging out on nice Goldies, big Flag, Jacks and the like. Can still find some decent Goldies from time to time but haven't seen a flag like the ones we used to catch for a long time. Used to catch some big flag under Stokes Hill wharf as well. The average size of the by catch like cod etc also seems a lot smaller these days.
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Yeah, Mum was the fisher in the family. Her father and brothers were mad keen so i guess that's where she picked it up as well. Dad did 25 years in the Navy, 4 of them at sea and couldn't swim a stoke to save himself, not sure how he got a way with that. Buzzing around in a 12ft tinny wasn't his idea of fun...
The harbour definitely fishes better for Barra now, was netted pretty hard back in the day I think. No doubt the techniques have changed as well, Minn Kota, 10lb braid, fluorocarbon leaders and sexy soft plastics mean it's more hit than miss these days. Quality reefies on the other hand are not a patch on what they were. Certainly up in the arms. The depth sounder consisted of a jam tin full of lead and some Telecom rope with knots tied at regular intervals. rarely missed bagging out on nice Goldies, big Flag, Jacks and the like. Can still find some decent Goldies from time to time but haven't seen a flag like the ones we used to catch for a long time. Used to catch some big flag under Stokes Hill wharf as well. The average size of the by catch like cod etc also seems a lot smaller these days.
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My mothers father had it bad. He made his own split cane rods (of which I still have two) and loved fishing the rocks of southern Sydney. Sadly, he died well before I was born. But his fishing blood flowed through my veins. My father had limited interest however realised early that it wasn't a fad for me.
Apart from dragging my poor old Nana up the dirt driveway of our property near Dunedoo and demanding she sat with me while I wet a line* (*stick, string and bent pin) in a puddle my earliest memories are being fascinated in all manner of fishing books. Anglers' Omnibus and A Ladybird Book about Coarse Fishing spring to mind; I bet my mum has them stored away somewhere in their garage. Once we moved to Tamworth in 1980, I became a Coarse Fisherman by default; Carp and plenty of them. As soon as I was old enough (9 or 10) to ride my bike down to the Peel river and spend half the day there by myself I was off. Packed my backpack and hand lines the night before. Used circa 20 set lines baited with dough, shrimp or yabbies (if I could get them) and worms, huge worms dug the evening prior with dad at the rear of the abattoir. Didn't connect the dots until years later as to why the moist soil/mud has an 'interesting' aroma.....
Caught thousands of carp, one day during a prolonged dry spell I caught over 150 carp from one hole. I'd been down there so long dad drove down to find me. He found me still getting stuck into them, although I had to reduce my set lines to 5 given the frequency of the bite. Up the bank was the pile of dispatched carp. He drove home to get the camera. I'll see if I can track the pic down, it's a cracker.
From there my passion has only grown. Took my old man up to the Daly for a 4 day charter for his 70th several years ago. He still raves about it to his mates! When he retired he bought a boat and fished every week. I suspect he secretly wishes he had taken it up earlier.
I love constantly learning, re-learning and learning again. My recent trips to Copeton Dam are a case in point changing a number of my perceptions of Cod.
If I ever tire of fishing I'll step in the pine box and lay down.
Apart from dragging my poor old Nana up the dirt driveway of our property near Dunedoo and demanding she sat with me while I wet a line* (*stick, string and bent pin) in a puddle my earliest memories are being fascinated in all manner of fishing books. Anglers' Omnibus and A Ladybird Book about Coarse Fishing spring to mind; I bet my mum has them stored away somewhere in their garage. Once we moved to Tamworth in 1980, I became a Coarse Fisherman by default; Carp and plenty of them. As soon as I was old enough (9 or 10) to ride my bike down to the Peel river and spend half the day there by myself I was off. Packed my backpack and hand lines the night before. Used circa 20 set lines baited with dough, shrimp or yabbies (if I could get them) and worms, huge worms dug the evening prior with dad at the rear of the abattoir. Didn't connect the dots until years later as to why the moist soil/mud has an 'interesting' aroma.....
Caught thousands of carp, one day during a prolonged dry spell I caught over 150 carp from one hole. I'd been down there so long dad drove down to find me. He found me still getting stuck into them, although I had to reduce my set lines to 5 given the frequency of the bite. Up the bank was the pile of dispatched carp. He drove home to get the camera. I'll see if I can track the pic down, it's a cracker.
From there my passion has only grown. Took my old man up to the Daly for a 4 day charter for his 70th several years ago. He still raves about it to his mates! When he retired he bought a boat and fished every week. I suspect he secretly wishes he had taken it up earlier.
I love constantly learning, re-learning and learning again. My recent trips to Copeton Dam are a case in point changing a number of my perceptions of Cod.
If I ever tire of fishing I'll step in the pine box and lay down.
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Strong fishing genes in my family, the serious fishos amongst you might recognise this classic, written by Pop's cousin. Here's another generation getting started yesterday.
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My old man got me started with the odd beach trip in QLD chasing dart and whiting etc but the best trip i had with him was when i was about 13 and we headed over to his mates holiday house at Moreton Island.
There was my old man and about 10 of his mates fishing for flatty and they caught some big lizards that day, i caught bugger all but it was being there with dad that was great, not long after a mate from school who lived down the road invited me out in his 12 foot tinny, up untill then we used to just ride our bikes to the creeks and dams around our place and catch eels etc with handlines. we grew up on and fished the caboolture river both salt water and fresh for years, the seed was well and truly planted and we would go and camp up on the banks of the river with a bottle of Bundy and a fire to help control the midgies and catch more muddies using the lines than we would in pots.My mate Ash sadly passed in a car accident at the start of year 12 so again myself and all in our group turned to fishing and camping to get us through.So i guess it was my old man first who dabbled in it but then my mate Ash who really got me hooked. Now i have 3 boys of my own who just cant get enough and have been priveleged enough to catch some cool fish. The smiles on the Dials says it all.
Tight Lines.
There was my old man and about 10 of his mates fishing for flatty and they caught some big lizards that day, i caught bugger all but it was being there with dad that was great, not long after a mate from school who lived down the road invited me out in his 12 foot tinny, up untill then we used to just ride our bikes to the creeks and dams around our place and catch eels etc with handlines. we grew up on and fished the caboolture river both salt water and fresh for years, the seed was well and truly planted and we would go and camp up on the banks of the river with a bottle of Bundy and a fire to help control the midgies and catch more muddies using the lines than we would in pots.My mate Ash sadly passed in a car accident at the start of year 12 so again myself and all in our group turned to fishing and camping to get us through.So i guess it was my old man first who dabbled in it but then my mate Ash who really got me hooked. Now i have 3 boys of my own who just cant get enough and have been priveleged enough to catch some cool fish. The smiles on the Dials says it all.
Tight Lines.
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