Unfortunately that concludes the fishing photos for a while. My boat was stolen and destroyed so, well, that's that.

 

 

 

my favourite type of mixed bag including, king george whiting, mackerel, herring, southern sea gar, blue crabs, southern calamari and flounder.

When I'm taking fish for the table I have a largish cooler filled with a seawater and ice slurry. The catch goes straight in and stays there until processed at home.

Catch it one day and eat it the very next, freshness makes all the difference with fish.

crabs protecting garfish
a few nice blue crabs protecting my hoard of garfish.
a decoration of garfish
another day out on the water gave me this posey of garfish. I cook the fillets the same way I do squid, lots of garlic, ginger, chili, butter and oil.
A trip out to sea on a calm evening. Even 20km off shore it was dead flat and peaceful. The sun set was magnificent, and especially welcome after a 40 degree day.
a tidy mixed bag
a tidy mixed bag from the evening's efforts
chilli squid for Friday night
King George whiting
it was so pleasant, when the time came, I motored quite slowly back to shore, enjoying just being out there
southern calamari

A tidy bag of southern calamari, (sepioteuthis australis). Sometimes the fish don't cooperate no matter what, but regardless, it's good to have these aggressive suckers hanging around as backup.

We treat them simply, just chilli, garlic, butter and a hot pan, maybe a touch of salt as they hit the plate.

a nice haul of snook, snapper and hering
A nice haul of surface fish. The long barracuda-looking fish are snook. They and the herring went off to the cold smoker, where I slowly burnt hickory over nearly a day to infuse the meat with that lovely, golden smokiness.
a nice mixed bag of fish

I'm not sure how many fishing days are left this season, winter has already arrived. I awoke yesterday to darkly-heavy skies and mist in the valleys but the Met said fair seas and the right tides. So I launched,.... in fact it was rough, it rained, it was cold. Some seals scared off the few fish I'd managed to attract, some dolphins hung around and chased away the rest, but I persevered and finally lucked out with this tasty mixed bag. Pink snapper, King George Whiting, Rock Flathead, Herring and a Leatherjacket. I love the variety buckets.

a mixed plate of fish
This is my sort of plate, herring, southern sea garfish and southern calamari. With such strong tasting fish, (which is a big yum) I like to keep the cooking simple and hot, just a bit of garlic and butter is all the prep required. Just a light salting when served.
snapper fishing off shore

My ten year old son has been asking to go snapper fishing with me for a while. The best bites usually take place when a high tide coincides with dusk, which means a late night by the time we get back to the boat ramp. Not many kids like being out in a small boat, on the open ocean, after dark. Three weeks ago the elements were supposed to come together. We launched the boat and made it off shore before the winds blew up. Unfortunately it was one of those rare occasions when the Met got it wrong and the seas were soon steep and high. We had to head back in. There were some tears and a very sad face, my son was upset as well.

Last week though it worked and even well off-shore it looked like this. Calm and fishy-promising.

a swag of pan sized snapper
He came down to the boat ramp after school and in dead flat conditions we found the anchorage quite quickly. But as ten year olds are want, after half an hour without a bite he got bored and took to watching a pod of dolphins from out the bow hatch. When they departed, he came back inside and let the hatch drop shut with a massive thud that I could hear echoing out through the water. I counseled him about the benefits of quiet, because now there wouldn't be a fish within a kilometer of us. With perfect timing, just as I finished flappin' my gums, the snapper rod bent double and we entered a purple patch of fishing.
a good days fishing, garfish and snapper

We caught a good swag of garfish, ten or so squid and bagged out on pan sized pink snapper in around one hour. Rarely does it come as quickly and abundantly as this. All I did was bait the hooks and remove the fish, my son did all the fishing, though at the end he allowed me to land one snapper, which signalled time to go home.

After cleaning up the boat we drove from one friends place to another so he could gift fish to them. He got great pleasure in handing out fish that he had caught himself.

So the first question he asked me was, when can we do it again, hopefully soon.

nile perch, warrick edmonds, riflebirdknives
As part of a book project I'm doing at the moment I've been looking through old photos. I came across this one, taken of me holding up a nile perch caught in Lake Victoria, Tanzania during the late 90's
flathead and fillitter by warrick edmonds riflebirdknives
Its photos like this that make it all worthwhile. Thanks to Rod for sending it in to me, it made my day. A lovely pile of flathead, the best eating fish south of the tropics. And that would be one of my knives he's using to fillet them.
Coopers Creek campsite
This is our campsite on Coopers Creek. The water was full of silver drummer, so fat on shrimp their flesh had the texture of butter.
big yabbie
We also got into some decent yabbies
yabbies warrick edmonds riflebirdknives
there were more yabbies than we could eat. We pulled something like a kilo an hour from this one net.
bucket of yabbie shells
Breakfast each morning resulted in two buckets of empty yabbie shells like this one, tossed back into the water. Fresh white bread, butter and hot yabbies, now that's a sandwich.
a large snapper, warrick edmonds, riflebirdknives

Oh, yeah, I'm still taking the boat out, don't you worry about that.

I've started fishing light for these snapper, where I go, about 20km off shore, is flat bottomed and snag free, so I can run with just 5kg line.

That being said, this sod wrapped my fine line around the motor prop and berley bucket. I was lucky to get it on board.

plate sized snapper, warrick edmonds, riflebirdknives
Two eating sized pink snapper. I'd make em all like this if I could, big enough to be legal but still small enough to have tender meat.
mixed bag of fish

A nice mixed bag typical of the local waters off Adelaide

A brace of Southern Sea Garfish. Southern Calamari. Tommy Ruff. Southern Blue Spot Flathead. Under them all is a collection of perfect eating sized pinkies, Pink Snapper.

This is what a day on the water is all about, a good collection with a bit of variety. Time to ring up the mates and fire up the BBQ.

the big snapper

But every now and then, you get to see something like this. Is that a pretty sight or what. A tad over 76cm long and vibrant with colour. I'd spent all afternoon dropping prime baits like live mackerel and gar down but only scored a few moderate keepers. About to go home, I had two old pilchards left and took a chance on my light line outfit. The bait didn't even reach bottom, this fish must have met it half way.

a nice pinky

A good keeper, this size and smaller are my favoured target for eating fish. I'd like to think I was strong enough to let the bigger breeders go.

And that's my favourite hat as well. It's kept me safe all around Australia twice, bush bashing across the Serengeti, on the highlands of Mt Kenya, looking for bathawks in Zimbabwe, even eating oysters on the Garden Route in South Africa. It's spent weeks bird watching in the cloud forests of Peru and long boating the mountain headwaters of the Amazon. In Canada up to the Artic Circle and back down to the west coast of the US. It's even looked quite out of place on the Costa Brava and Amsterdam. I haven't washed it once and my wife tells me you can smell everywhere it's been from a couple of meters away. What a great hat.

a good round of pinkies

I'm starting to feel spoiled when I bring in bags of pinkies like this. But it does feel good to spread them around the relatives and friends.

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