Wet dreams

The snapper were fit to burst

It was no secret that Tasman Bay was full of snapper and that they were feeding hard before spawning. My Facebook feed had been full of big snapper being caught by everyone and anyone, and I was itching to get after them. My fishing withdrawals were fixed when Dad’s friend Simon invited us out fishing after work.

The wind was dropping, sun was setting, and the tides were perfect: all the stars were aligning. Simon had found recent success with a simple old fashion stray line so we stuck to what was working. Once the berley was down, we lobbed some whole squids out the back of the boat, sat back, and waited. I had barely sat down when I heard the heavenly sound every fisherman dreams about, ZZZZZZZ! I launched towards the screaming reel and struck—fish on.

Within minutes, a few nice pannies were in the chilly bin and we couldn’t get the baits out fast enough. One after another the fish kept piling up and they were gradually getting bigger. Unfortunately only Simon and I knew what we were doing and Dad was yet to get on the scoreboard (Editor’s note: careful son!).

Finally, after getting bored of watching me haul in fish Dad decided to hook something and it was definitely bigger than mine. The snapper was full of energy and, on light tackle, it put up one hell of a fight before the beautiful 13-pound fish was guided into the net and lifted on board. The deck was instantly sprayed with white milt and Dad exclaimed, “Huh look at that—sperm everywhere!”

Simon never missed a beat and dryly replied, “Yours or the fish’s, Crimpy?”

With a good feed of fish and the light depleting, we started to pack up but I wasn’t done, no way was Dad catching a bigger fish than me. I threw out one last bait in hopes of a big moocher. Thirty seconds later my reel was screaming and once the hook was set, I could feel this wasn’t a little panny like Dad’s. The fish put up a good fight, peeling line whenever it got close to the boat but like his friends before him, he was no match and ended up in the net. The snapper pushed the scales to 15 pounds, just bigger than Dads. Take that.

(Editor’s note: This boy exaggerates—no idea where THAT comes from).

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