Yesterday my dad and I went fishing. We started off going in just before low tide, and we had a smooth start (unlike the time about 2 months ago when we went in and then the motor wouldn't start for thirty minutes and we drifted in to the marina). We started off fishing far away from the shore, trying to go to the spot where we usually fish, but I don't think we quite got there because the big pole had been taken away for repairs. When we found a spot we liked, we started fishing. We didnt catch anything for 15 minutes and were many times on the verge of moving to a spot where a ton of fish were jumping around, creating a feeding frenzy for the birds. We stuck at it though, because we had a line out with pilchards on it that kept gtting nibbles. We knew that the only thing that would take that would be quite big. It paid off, because after a couple more inutes waiting, dad caught a big gurnard.
Gurnard's are interesting fish because they have these cool green wings and they make a croaking sound.
We tried that spot for another ten minutes, but there were no more nibbles so we tried to troll(have lines out while boat is moving at a very slow speed) using our new squid lure and some pilchards. After about ten minutes, the squid lure got it's first strike, and we saw a big fish ump out of the water. That one shook it off, but after another five minutes it had another strike. I reeled it in and it turned out to be a huge kawahai. We were really excited and we threw it back out and soon enough we caught another. This happened one more time until dad said we needed to stop to clean up the blood on the bottom of thee boat and fillet the fish.
We also tried it afterwards, and caught a little one(compared to these, that is) and dad said that he wasnt worried about these guys flopping off so he held it on the elevated cutting board, and right before he was gonna stab it in the head he loosened his grip and it flopped off in to the water. We got another one though, so it didn't really matter. It was a successful day fishing.
