Fishtales Library
December 29, 1997
Barry Bailey from Bonny Hills, N.S.W.Australia shares an experience on a fishing trip. If I ever get to go with him, I will get my own food!
Fishy Sandwich
Barry Bailey
A friend and myself went rock fishing in my area only a few weeks ago. The place was steep,and because of my physical problems that I have nowadays with my legs, I could not possibly get way down to the waters edge where my friend fished, but decided on a ledge some 30 metres above him.
Every thing went well, fish were caught, until the time came when my friend became hungry, and asked if I could bring him down a sandwich. No troubles at all,says I. So I scrambled down the steep incline on my rickety old legs, with a fresh ham sandwich. About one half hour later, a second request to eat comes from him, so down I go again,and yes would you believe it, ten minutes later he asks for another.
I'm getting sick of this joker, says I, so this time I place a large piece of three day old mullet gut in the middle. Nothing happens for about another half hour,when suddenly a cry goes out ''Hey Baz, bring us down another sanga will ya, but wash your bloody hands this time':
GOOD LUCK,GOOD FISHING AND TIGHT LINES.
