Ones that didn’t get away: people with fish.
Two women with a flathead, probably at Lake Macquarie. Photo by Milton Merrilees.

Ones that didn’t get away: people with fish.

Rummaging around collections of old amateur and family photos and negatives I find certain themes recur. One of these themes is fish and fishing. People love fishing, and taking photos of each other fishing. Personally, I am nobody’s idea of a fisherman. You can count the fish I’ve caught on the fingers of one hand and still have a couple of fingers left over. Fish fingers, probably, since that’s more my style than worrying myself with cold winds, tangled lines, smelly marine life and all the rest of the alleged pleasures that accompany the fishing life.

That said, I must admit that having a fishing rod in your hand is a great excuse to sit and do nothing for a while, and I’m all in favour of that. While I’m not an angler, I do like photos and making little collections of photos. So with that in mind I present today’s catch: a fisherman’s basket of piscatorial pictorials.

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How cute is this? It could almost be me, feeding the tiddlers with bread when I was little.

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This was never me. I would be scared of such massive fish. Are they mulloway?

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Are these the same two fish? The photographer was so excited he cut the bloke’s head off.

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Bag limit? Size restrictions? I’ve no idea, but that looks like a feed of fish.

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She’s proud of her eel. Is it an eel? I’ve no idea really. But it’s shaped like an eel.

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Back in the days when you could catch big flathead like this all over the place.

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Might be a bream?

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More fish in his two hands than I’ve caught in my life.

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Never turn your back on the sea. And pay attention when your Dad is teaching you to cast.

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This Post Has 2 Comments

  1. Phil

    Fishy story…

  2. Kaye Frost-Smith

    I can remember when my maternal Grandfather, Dad & my brother would come home with a big catch of flathead, bream, whiting, tailor.
    All from our beautiful Lake Mac. My paternal grandfather used to trawl Lake Mac for tailor, from Fennel Bay.
    If we were well-behaved we were lucky to get a ride in his boat!

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