FISHEN' FOR A BITE

HOW IT ALL CAME ABOUT, FISHEN’ THAT IS.

Who doesn’t like to have a fish, the smelly bait, the slimy fish, and the thrill of the “chase”. The wonderful sight of little kids just relaxing, the innocence, boys and girls. The Dad’s and Mum’s explaining the fundamentals’ of patience and persevering, OH, and how to bait and cast.
Fishing is an elemental lesson in life stuff. It brings families together in a common goal, fishing is a learning curve, the end result; “A BLOODY GOOD FEED”.
But hang on!! Have I digressed, we are only going fishing, how can philosophy be a consequence of scaling a fish. If I really put my mind to the subject, and I have, look at the progression.
Seaside, inland waterways, doesn’t matter. WHY?
“let’s go fishing, come on kids, fish for tea”. WHY?
Did you know that the spontaneous purchase of fisnen’ stuff makes up 35% of sales?
When did you have your first fish, maybe a bent pin and some cotton?
Remember sitting and watching, thinking a little?
Is it the only sport that provides; recreation, family bonding, “A BLOODY GOOD FEED”. Endurance, skill, determination, resolve, imagination and perseverance?
Fishing provides the basis to “untwine”.
Hands and fingers provide and ideal place to store hooks.
Some times you can earn a living from the activity, but it’s a hard life.
So therefore that’s what ‘FISHEN FOR A LIVEN’, for me was / is all about.

All of the senior men in my life, OH, and me MUM, showed me a thing or two about catching a fish.
GOD knows when I caught my first fish, but it started a progression, a development that has not finished to this day. When we moved to BRUNSWICK HEADS, the boys would awake at “sparrow fart” and head for the Boat Harbour. Sometimes, maybe a fish would result, mostly they would return without the knife, several yards of fishing line and minus many sinkers and hooks.
Sometimes they returned with a bucket of fresh bait, they called them BUGS, BALMAIN BUGS. They soon learnt that this BAIT!! Was more suited to breakfast. At 50 cents a kilo the splendiferous Bug was a non event for the trawler men.

In (http://www.johnfarls.com) I describe my Uncle Chris and me fishing for Luderick, had the best times. But this is BRUNZ, this is about FISNEN’ FOR A LIVEN’, fishing the; 45’s, the 38’s, Norries, The Local, The Nursery, the Cod Ground, also known as THE WINDARRA BANKS. To a lesser extent the Brunswick River. DROP LINEING, LONG LINES, FISH TRAPS, ROD AND REEL.
SELF PROMOTION. YOU BET, BUT YOU WILL RELATE. http://www.johnfarls.com, http://www.johnfarlsbrunz.com.