Every so often the fishing's so hot you could mistake it for Natalie Portman in her underwear. Anyway, that's not what this post is about, although it'd probably get a lot more hits if that was the topic, mainly from dudes who live in their mum's basement and can recite Monty Python while they clock Dungeons and Dragons. Big fan, Natalie, big fan. But back to the fishing: the snapper were high in the water that day, eating pilchards like they'd just discovered they were chocolate infused and gave you the power of invisibility. Everything that went down came back up replaced by a healthy red, except for the times a rambunctious kahawai exercised power of veto. These two fish were caught in successive casts, and came home to play a very key role in a fish dinner with an important guest of honour, my old mate Jimmy Five Bellies.
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