The call of the Sea!

[Skoshi Tiger]

“Call me Ishmael. Some years ago--never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off--then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.”

And so I found myself with long service leave on my side and the start of the “Cray” (Note- Crayfish colloquial for the Western Rock Lobster) season at hand. And so the quest for the ‘Great White Gray” begins!

Today I found myself draw inexplicably to the local fish market and left with 15 Kilograms of prime ripe fish heads and frames for bait. The last week or so have been devoted to getting My pots and boat in order or the endeavor!

Damn the kids education, as I’ve taken them out of school for the next eight days and I’m dragging them kicking and screaming to our Holiday house at Ledge Point. The sea and life will be their education for the next week or so as they roam the windy, tick infested sand dunes and scrub that boarders the great expanse of the Indian Ocean in our location!

So yesterday I left a “Gone Fishin’ ” sign on my Pigeon Hole at work and early tomorrow I’ll be heading up with the family to catch a Crayfish!