What a Catch…it’s Game Fishing

I had you there didn’t I. I bet you thought it was cricket or baseball. Picture the fish in the big cup of the ocean doing synchronized swimming and singing in harmony as they wait with such joy (this is fish we’re talking about here) to hitch the ride of their lives with a Game Fisher. If only fishing was this sort of song-and-dance, almost similar to a spectacular Bollywood musical interlude.

Eating fish is a yummy tummy rumbling experience, but before we get to that point, which is a good point I know (minus the fish laughing behind your back for almost making you choke on it’s many tricky bones), catching the fishy fishy, literally a slippery little sucker, is the name of the game, ‘game fishing’ to be correct.

Catching a fish is a fine art; you could almost be dubbed an artist, a technician, a detective, and of course fisherers (if that title sounds acceptable) would love to be called this, just as their love for….(fish noise). There are many angles, or points of attack (‘quick, to the drawing board’) to catch a fish – ‘all hands on deck, fish alert, all systems go’. You can be complicated in catching your beloved fish, or make it simple and straightforward, but either way, fish are basically the same (disagree, disagree…not all fish are made equal).

Thanks a lot to Mr and Mrs TV for giving me goose-bumps (good and bad) over big game fishing, you know what I’m talking about out there, those huge sea boat trawlers battling the elements to catch those…do I have to say it. The fish doing synchronised swimming is out the door, because if they are doing synchronised swimming, it’s a funny way of showing it (it’s called reality I think)…where’s the love fish. It’s as if it is David and Goliath with an addition, the fish; David can be the fisherers, the sea can be the ocean and the fish, well, can be the fish. I think I’m going to stick to the ‘dock of the bay’ (Ottis Redding, African-American singer), or do the little chugga chugga dingy boat gliding gracefully (or boringly for some) along the water or standing on the bank or bridge over the polluted local river (what?) just down the road (God knows what is in there) or at the beach with you on the safe and swirly sand and the fish in the big ocean in front of you (don’t think of the big ocean trawler now ok). Oh yeah, and a crazy favourite for some, rock-fishing; sorry only a block or rock to rock around here, but don’t get sucked in (they do anyway).

Don’t those fishing shows make it look so fun and easy – you see (your wife), this is how it should be done honey (you wish)’. It’s hilarious to see a beginner at fishing who has watched all the fishing shows known to man, and is very excited to try fishing. What do they find out? Bmm bmm, it’s a lot more down to earth, yeah, ‘under the sea’ (Little Mermaid, children’s cartoon movie).

Of course, don’t fall too much in love with those fish you catch (what a fluke). Pay no attention to veteran Australian Rex Hunt giving a smoochie to those unsuspecting fish, wooshka. Catching fish is almost like dating and relationships, to chase and be chased – ‘you know you want it’. When the fish are biting, it’s like having the love bug, but when they are elusive, it’s like the fish have PMS or high blood pressure, ‘stay away from me, don’t touch me’.


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