43lb 9oz Of Australian Awesomeness
…Captured By Christopher Ward When I received an email last week with this fabulous news of an Aussie forty, a few things immediately sprung to mind. Firstly, that a rare and magnificent fish like this couldn’t have been caught by a more deserving carper than Chris. Secondly, it was kind of ironic that while Chris was battling with this leviathan, Ben and I were cacking it with pre-draw nerves at the World Carp Classic in France. Then... [Read More...]
Fishing Flu
…I can relate to this having felt pretty ill next to the rods more than once, self inflicted or otherwise! Or, equally as bad, cabin fever, when I’ve been deprived from getting outdoors with my kit for an extended period for whatever reason. But believe you me I don’t think I’ve ever felt so crappy as I did in this photo of me below (with lots of hair!) Even though it was my first Oz twenty, you would’ve thought... [Read More...]
Carpologist
Carpologist…. I Googled a word, Just early today, I’ve got to find out, What the world has to say!!! C-A-R-P The fish… the fish of my dreams, O-L-O-G-I-S-T One who studies… clearly, it seems! But the definition I learn, “One who describes fruits” Nothing to do, With my watery pursuits!!! And it’s got me to thinking, This job… a Carpologist? They got it all wrong!!! It belongs to a Biologists… So lets reclaim... [Read More...]
Adrenaline Shaken ~ Poem
….For over ten years (when not chasing carp), I was involved with game fishing here in Western Australia; even as far as belonging to a game fishing club and competing in game fishing competitions. At times I became attached to some very big ocean going lumps, which often resulted in long back-breaking battles, just using a stand-up harness. Sure, it was exciting, chasing down hooked-up billfish, or seeing schools of sailfish smashing up... [Read More...]
Carpy Poetry
…Penned From The Bankside By PJ Garn ~ Fishing Fool* On a quiet bend in old South Creek, I sit patiently; waiting for Carp to bite… And remember; back to when I was young, For most days, after school… I was a “Fishing Fool” At a glance… not much has changed, Stringy bark hangs from ghost white limbs, As the Magpie’s still happily sing, And a Daddy Kingfisher; all brightly blue, Patrols the same banks, his Grandpa once... [Read More...]
Shopping Trolleys Outnumber Fish!
Clean this up! I was out on the canoe on Thursday for a bit of a mooch about on our local river, when I inadvertently came across a veritable graveyard for shopping trolleys! Two things amazed me, firstly that they had all obviously been there a long long time, and no one had bothered to remove them. And secondly, that they’d been dumped right next to a healthy looking colony of freshwater mussels, which were clearly visible in the shallow... [Read More...]
