Swimming with the fishes!

Friday morning we went out again to fish. This time we went off the warf in Nelson harbour. All was going well when Jack caught a fish!

What the hell do we do with it now?

We had a live fish flipping around the deck! 

I picked him up by the tail to give him a whack on the head, but as I swung up he slipped out of my hand and shot over my shoulder!

It was a right farce!

Eventually I Grasped the little fella hard... And battered his face in against the life boat rescue memorial.

When we had finally delt with freddy the fish a big gust of wind came along and blew our big rig off into the sea.

As Jack had waded out yesterday I had to go get a kayak and paddle out to save it.

I ran to the boat house. Grabbed a kayak. And started down the ramp to launch it.

Slippyest ramp ever! 

I slipped like on a banana skin, just managed to keep myself up but with the momentum of throwing myself and the kayak forwards I started skiing full pelt down the ramp towards the sea. I did all I could do. I leapt as my feet hit the salty water aiming for the kayak I had released into the Tasman. I made it, my legs didn't! Soaking wet I retrieved the rig and paddled back.

By the time I had got back my key, I had left when I started slipping, had been taken. Sopping wet and stinking of fish I had to trudge back through the boathouse to explain myself and plea for my key back.

I got it but my shoes stank so bad I had to work in flip flops later that day as the shoe pong was over powering!