Fishing Trip

The final highlight of our trip to Canberra was a fishing trip on Saturday afternoon. Max, Rob and I headed off to the shores of Lake Burley Griffin with three fishing rods and some hooks, but no bait. I was assured that this was enough equipment to snare a few fish even though we were also missing a net to land any fish we caught. Now, this was the first time I'd held a rod in something like 35 years and I wasn't that confident. On that distant occasion I'd actually landed a Bream in a boat on the Tweed River in northern NSW.

This time around I caught another fish, pictured with Max holding it. The other photo shows him holding his line over the lake having just caught a fish himself. Both fish were unhooked and returned to the lake, but it seems that Max's fish subsequently died from wounds received and excessive time out of water. The poor thing was trapped by the hook and Rob took a while to release it. This sad outcome makes me want to give up eating fish! It was a great learning experience in excellent conditions, but I somehow cannot see myself line in hand any time soon.

AS