G'DAY. I received a couple of pieces of advice at the weekend.
One was to keep my head down when swinging a golf club, and the second was from podiatrist mate Alan Wigney.
We're out in Al's boat on a glorious Saturday when my phone started telling me that the battery was very low.
"Best you turn that off," suggested Al. "You might need what's left on your battery to make one last desperate phone call for help."
Very encouraging, Al.
Doug Holt and a couple of mates spent Saturday night on Stockton Beach and did all right considering the moon phase.
They fished a couple of likely looking gutters with both live yakkas, slabs of dead ones, and beach worms and came away with some nice fish.
As Doug tells it they beached a couple of jewfish, the largest of which was nearly eight kilos, and three good sized tailor before a school of salmon showed up.
Fishing the lake over the weekend was a trifle hard, with the lake in cool, clear winter mode, due to the serious lack of rain that we've experienced over the last month.
That didn't deter those fanatical fishos from the Dora Creek Workers Fishing Club, though.
The usual suspects Fred Roberts, Ross White, Stew Hopping and John Cheyne weighed in flathead, while Norm Lawrence had a mixed bag of bream, tailor, whiting and his bag limit (five) of blackfish.
Mary Romero weighed a couple of beach-caught salmon while Tracey Evens had the fish of the day, a 4.9-kilo jewfish.
When asked what Tracey had caught her jewfish on, club president Phil Dustin replied "fishing line."
That's it. I'm off to find someone sensible to talk to.
