Early this morning I headed down to the Gold Coast for a fishing trip. Very early in fact - leaving the house at 5.15 was hard, although at least the drive down was pretty quiet!
We headed out at 7am, leaving Surfers Paradise behind us in the morning fog
Looking back it's a strange place, the Gold Coast. Kind of like Australia's Las Vegas, except the sky scrapers rise from the beach and not the desert.
The fishing itself was - relaxing. The crew would stop the boat and we'd all drop the lines down to the seafloor. Then it was just a question of waiting for a bite
Unfortunately the fishing was a bit slow - despite the best efforts of the charter boat we only caught a few fish, and for us at least all of those were too small to eat. Farley took the first cab of off the rank with this cute but apparently venemous baby rock cod
Monte caught a couple of small bream
and on my very last catch I hooked a bream, in a way very similar to this startled looking animal
Some interest was provided by some passing whales
but on the whole it was just a case of chilling out on the deck and enjoying being out on the water on such a lovely day
Luckily the pros had had better luck than us, so we could enjoy a fish & chip lunch when we docked.
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