I got at call at 0300am this morning while in bed . It’s the wife “ I’ve ran out of bait and the fish have just come on the bite” I’m thinking I know where this is heading so I asked to cut to the chase would you like me to run you down some more bait ? Because I’m just a great bloke and I have nothing better to do at 0300am except sleep maybe . I had a bong before bed so driving a vehicle is a big no no . What are my options for quick delivery while the fish are biting .
Ended up on the younger daughters pushbike complete with the girly carry bag on the front , no lights , no helmet , a fading memory of actually riding a pushbike coz it’s been awhile and off I go into the night all downhill . I didn’t even think about the breaks until the first intersection so now I’m at the mercy of whatever happens . It’s absolutely dead calm . I squeeze the brakes and they start screeching like a pissed off parrot . I’m pretty sure half the neighbourhood is now awake . I hope they didn’t look out the window to see some middle aged snoozer wobbling down the hill on a budget girls pushbike with no lights and a bag of prawns .
I made it .
Turns out she was on fire with her rod and caught what is regarded as a champion haul of KGWs off our Oil jetty ( called that because the fuel tanker uses this jetty to supply the town )
These nights with this success being the numbers she caught does not happen often being land based so she’s savouring the moment .
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The mean machine
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The reward for my heroic deeds