Well the brothers had finally made it to the Whale Rock shrine to do some real grown up type fishing. Gathered there were the serious anglers and the angled series us (me and Tom). The fishing bug had never really bitten us as it had David and Pip, but we tagged along just in case we missed out on something important. I think that David truly believed that this was the day for us heathens to finally be smitten with some fishing enlightenment. He set up our huge rods and heavy lines with a gang of hooks accompanied by the necessary dark blue pilchard with its rather frozen surprised look. We were not qualified to take any part of the rod setup system. You see, we were fishing for the illusive 5klo Jewfish. Our instructions were to simply cast out and wind in until we caught the fish that would transform us into them. So everyone took up their positions and went through the fishing routine. Give the pilchard as mush flying time as possible and land him in the water out where the big ones are. Slowly wind in with your finger placed on the line feeling for any fishy activity. Finally you needed to avoid catching the hooks on the rocks as you wound in, so that the procedure could be repeated and repeated and repeated. This absorbing fun-filled activity was continued for over an hour without any result. (apparently quite normal and apparently quite good fun). Just as I was about to give up on this whole Jewie fishing thing – it happened! I felt it – a huge pull on the line. The fight was on and the shivers of excitement were pulsating through my body. My yelling and delight could be heard all over the fisherman’s headland. The professionals (including David & Pip) turned to see the size of my conquest. (apparently size does matter in this realm). David could clearly see this was definitely Sam’s moment of conversion. He wound in his line and joined me so that he could be part of my magical moment. Out of the deep blue water came the biggest Brim I have ever seen, let alone caught. I was so proud of my achievement as I stood there with this huge fish shimmering in the morning sunlight. David grabbed the end of my line and took my prized catch off and threw it back in the sea. ?????? We did not come here to catch Brim we came to catch Jewries David said, as he went back to his rod and routine. David was right; it was my moment of conversion from fishing to playing silly buggers with Tom and the blow hole on the rock. But that’s another story!
