MY BEST FISHING HOLIDAY
by Megan Barclay (9)
I
WAS five years old when I started fishing and I really love it. Since then I have also started fishing out at sea with my dad and love catching rockcod because they put up such a good fight. Last September we took a trip to the Wild Coast. On the Thursday we left home at 4am. It would take us four hours to get there, so we settled in our seats and spent the trip talking about what it would be like when we got there. Eventually we arrived, and after we unpacked we got all the tackle ready and then went to bed early. The next morning we climbed onto our boat with a flask of hot tea because it was so cold, and once we were out my dad put the baits in the water and we pulled them behind the boat. It didn’t take long before one of the reels started making a big noise and my dad started shouting that we were on! My dad and my brother, Owen, reeled in the other rods and my dad passed me my rod. The fish was really heavy and I thought my arms were going to break, but my dad kept talking to me and helping me and eventually this huge fish was next to the boat. It was a garrick and it was so big it couldn’t fit into the net, so we had to put the head in the net and lift it into the boat by its tail. My arms felt like jelly and I couldn’t even pick it up for the photos. Later my dad weighed it and said my garrick weighed 18kg. I had so much fun and I will remember that holiday for ever. I can’t wait to go fishing again, and now my dad and I are hoping I’ll catch a dorado bigger than me!