Expectations…

Dad wanted to catch these. Lots of sand flathead wasn't changing that...
Dad wanted to catch these. Lots of sand flathead wasn’t changing that…

My folks moved to Eden four years ago now. They have loved it there, its a wonderful house where they can entertain their friends and many of mine when I come visit. Its also allowed Dad to go fishing more often, which has been wonderful. Over that time Dad has learnt a load. He is 10 times the fisherman he was when he arrived, he now has a wealth of local knowledge at his fingertips and uses it to good effect, he has taken up a load of “new” techniques with gusto, jigging, flicking lures for flathead, kingies and snapper, you name it ( I still remember a call from Dad the year after they moved to Eden. A few days after a trip to visit them where I got Dad using the snapper gear to land a load of tricky kingfish that weren’t taking jigs, Dad called, he had managed a good haul of kingfish, including a 106cm model on plastics and 20lb line when nothing else was working.). And as he (and I) has improved, his expectations have changed. Which can lead to some pretty amusing situations. While in Eden over the holidays Dad took out a few newbies out to chase Kingfish. They didn’t catch kingfish. So on the way home, to get dinner for 20 plus people, they stopped off at one of dads marks and caught 20 sand flathead and a few snapper and morwong. Four years ago Dad would have been happy as larry with a haul like that, “Fish for dinner, awesome”. On this day however, Dad came home visibly dejected, someone asked him how they went and his response was “Not good, no kingfish” after a long pause he added “just a few flathead on the way home”.

As we improve our expectations change, we evolve as fishermen, chase new challenges, new thrills. It happens to us all. Rarely though does that happen as fast as it has with dad. He has gone from a died in the wool baito, happy just to catch a few fish by any means, to primarily a lure fisherman who only brings out the bait in cases of emergency. He will be a fly fishermen in no time 😉

Happy Dad.
Happy Dad.

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Hamish Webb, Dan Firth, Graham Fifield and Lee Georgeson have been fishing the south-east Australian region since 1987. Since then they’ve become avid sportfishermen who are constantly looking for new ways to challenge themselves. They are all scientists and conservationists who are passionate about the long-term sustainability of the ecosystem in which they live. They promote understanding and appreciation of the complex socio-political, economic and environmental issues surrounding fish, fishing and fisheries, while never losing sight of the various motivations that keep them coming back. In English, that means they love all things fishing and have a damn good time on the water, and that’s all that really counts in the end!

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