Master Fisherman

I'm under instruction to do a new blog on account of the mother-in law having a problem with the photo I posted of her last time. My lovely wife also instructed me about something to do with the photo's I posted of her, only the problem is, that after about 3 sentences in to this one sided conversation I may of tuned out and  didn't really hear weather she was pleased with me taking the mickey out of her constantly or not. She has a great sense of humour and I'm almost positive she said something like "Blah Blah Blah horrible photo's Blah Blah Blah Fantastic Blah Blah". Fantastic. So that's the Green Light Right. Right. Just in case your wondering what photo I'm talking about here it is.

Here's another for good measure.

"Please Sir may I have another".

No but really, with all the wet weather around lately we've been caught inside for a fair chunk of the school holidays witch as you can imagine with three boys it's been trying at best. This week though the sun finally came out so we set out for a spot of fishing. With the rain we have had the rivers and estuaries are full of freshwater and catfish, this isn't ideal. So off we went to the river mouth where hopefully there would be more saltwater than fresh. This trip would be short lived. We pull up Noah jumps out and instantly spot's the biggest meanest biker looking fisherman on the beach and proceeds to point his finger at him and in a way only Noah the "fog horn" can exclaims that "we aren't  fishing here cause that guy hasn't caught anything, maybe he doesn't no how to fish dad, dad he hasn't got anything dad!!dad!!! look DAD!!!!! ..........dad why are we getting back into the car dad dad dad". "No fish there champ". Once in the relative safety of our locked car speeding away from the incredible hulk, I did try to explain to him that we don't make fun of peoples inability to catch fish and especially don't point at people with tribal tattoo's all over there face. We did somehow manage to find a fishing spot away from the public and safe enough that I could let Noah out of the car. Kai got straight into the action landing some small ludrick (black fish) and a few small butter bream. Then blaze got on to a nice moses perch.

Meanwhile, Noah was growing impatient. Having seen both his brothers land fish and not wanting to be throw into the same basket as the man with the facial tattoos. He set about tying his own rig that he assured me would catch a large sting ray. 3 granny knots later he was finished.

I recon that's a pretty good effort for a 4 year old. He didn't end up catching anything but no matter, maybe next time. Just noticed looking at this picture of Noah how much he looks like his mum it's almost uncanny.

Hmm maybe not. Although I do see a bit of a food theme here. Look how small the ice cream looks with that big mouth, well darling that's why I married you "big mouth deep throat". There's still some resemblance though maybe this next picture will show it better.

"No Erin please don't eat me"

What the. Food theme again. Nah maybe Noah looks like me, unlucky unlucky.

Fishing was great as usual and on the weekend we did manage to go to Australia Zoo witch I will write about next time. Thanks to Gemma for the photos and to the Johnston family for being some of the most unphotogenic people I have ever seen.