So why the references, friends,..... Happy Days.... Happy Days.
Sitting at home on friday after work, I looked at the weather, I thought I could squeeze in a run to Portarlington catch the 3am hightide and go through to sun-up if I had the stanima. Arrived at 9pm, and with my new cart I trundled all the way out to the outerwall of the harbour to set some lines with pillies n squid heads. The light but firm westerly made things a bit unpleasant, but it was manageable so long as it didnt blow up anymore.I sat there for an hour or more and... de nada! Actually was starting to get a bit miffed. However, the other fisho out on this night calls past and tells me he's landed a couple of Pinkies on the inside of the harbour, so I take this as a sign that it is time to pull stumps and change possie.
So moved about and parked my self on the harbourside mooring pier, looking out towards the harbour entrance, I baited up my three lines, cast, sit, .. and bang all three go. For the next three hours it did not stop. In fact was kept busy enough with just one line. Fun, fun, fun..... no banjos, no toadies, no rubbish fish.....The bulk of the catch were pan sized, a few micro pinkies scattered amongst them as well, but overall 80% were just coming into size. All were returned, bar four which I thought was enough for the weeks feed. Maybe I would have had more if my catch bag didn't come un-done at the top :oops: allowing two to escape.
Bites went quiet at about 4.30am, and I finally worked out why.... Hooked and landed a 70cm mean looking, very toothy Barracouta. With this fella about, its no wonder the Pinkies moved on elsewhere. That's a sign that it is time to go home.
There you have it, Fonzi goes fishing.....Happy Days indeed.
