I wore thongs! I wore board-shorts!
We were aiming to catch some [ flathead ] in an estuary just north of Jervis Bay - about [ 200ks ] south of Sydney.
Much to my father's disgust, I spent an hour on the interweb researching and printing out the most effective methods of catching flathead, including when to fish for them (when the tide is going out).
I'll show you where Jervis Bay is
Below is a little map of Australia, featuring bays, including Mr. Jervis'*
Sydney is home to Botany Bay, just above Jervis Bay on the map there. Jervis Bay is only interesting, due to the fact that it's the port for Australia's landlocked capital city - Canberra. It's actually counted as being part of Canberra, despite being 200 kilometres east. Bureaucracy is weird.
Fishing hole snapshots
Here are a few photos of where we fished. Excuse the budget digicam. It's embarassing.
The location was excellently remote and quiet.
My seat, my rod *cough*, my book about grids, my chance to get a tanned chest.
My seat's view of the tidal estuary.
A fern native only to Jervis Bay - related to the prehistoric [ Wollemi Pine ] which was recently discovered alive and well in a still-undisclosed canyon near Sydney.
The only thing anyone caught all day was this little guy - called Paris - that I trapped in the shallows (just so I could say we caught something).
I deliberately avoided providing a sense of scale in the photo of Paris, because... it hurts my hunter-gatherer pride. We did get a few strong bites from a flathead, but we ran out of their favourite snack (a bait fish called pilchard - a little larger than a sardine) before we hooked one. We had to settle for a take-away Thai dinner. It was a relaxing way to spend a Sunday afternoon - even if we didn't catch anything - we still had fun competing to see who could cast the farthest.
I put Paris back in the water just after I caught him. I didn't want to say I went on a fishing trip with my father and all I caught was crabs. I fed him and his family of 10 or 15 scraps of our bait for the rest of the afternoon. One of the crabs, maybe Paris' cousin Nicole, snuck up on my father as he was standing in the shallows wearing sandals, just before dad's toes got nibbled I warned him.
But clearly, my army of trained crabs nears readiness...
Five minutes in Photoshop took [ this map ] - to the one above. How awesomely quick and effective are adjustment layers?