After declaring the Mahurangi bad fishing grounds, the boys were raring to get back to their normal stomping grounds in Leigh to catch some fish.
How's this for a good start to a New Year:
On the evening of the 1st of January, Pete said he was going out fishing. He "felt like he was going to catch a big one" he told me. "Whatever" I thought, as usual. Off he went after putting the girls to bed. I collapsed on to my own comfortable bed after a hot shower to enjoy an hour or so of quiet reading before dozing off. Just as I was getting sleepy, the phone rang. Usually nobody calls us after 8 pm because I am always in bed very early being a pregnant mum of 2 small children. Someone must have died I thought to myself or why would anyone be phoning us at nearly 9pm (not very late really I know). Pete, on the other end of the phone, tells me not to go to bed yet (too late for that) that he was coming home with a whopper, a huge kingfish. See you in 20 minutes he says. Really? In 20 minutes I will definitely be asleep. Well, I stayed awake. Wrapped up in my robe, I waddled out (no, I'm not that pregnant yet actually but it sounds quite good) to the backyard. Low and behold it was a pretty mighty fish, weighing in at 15kg. Check it out.
Stay tuned in to find out how we managed to get through 15 kg of kingfish flesh in 3 days. We've calculated that it fed close to 50 people. It also had 4 decomposed fish in its stomach that Pete used as bait. With that bait he caught another fish. I don't know whether that is amazing or disgusting but it certainly is frugality at its best.
One more interesting thing; the fish was tagged by the Ministry of Fisheries and the tag says reward - please measure and sex. He joked that he thought about having sex with it but decided against it.