INDIANANGLER

Manori was a fav spot for a number of anglers,most where very friendly but there where 3 brothers who despised others from coming fishing.Not only they did not catch fish where losing fish by the dozen trying to winch the poor buggers out on 0.70 mm line and 5x trebles and a big mitchell 488,and a rod u could pole vault with.
My friend Ralph and myself once found ourselves on a hillock and down below was one of the brothers casting.Ralph picked up a stone and chucked it on the opposite side where this guy was casting,BOK,classic sound of a barra surfacing to feed on mullets.This guy reeled in fast and casted right over the spot where the stone had landed.The stone throwin went on for a hour to this poor unsuspecting fellow,who was changing lures after every 3 cast but no fish for him and we where in splits trying not to laugh loud.
Eventually we went down the hill,and asked him u seen any feedin NO came the reply,a hour later ralph and myself had landed a BARRA each.

This is not a prank, but it is a true story. The person will go nameless coz he is a good friend of mine and one day he will catch fish...big fish. I wanted to add and pigs will fly but I won't.

Anyway, the bloke get a good rod, it is expensive and it is 9ft long, and it is a single piece. Right here is where his problems start. he gets it delivered down south and he lives up here in the north. Instead of risking cargoing his rod he does the next best thing, he heads done south and meets his shiny new rod. Very smug he loads the big reel with miles of fireline.

Armed with fresh prawns, the type that believe a tandoor is heaven, he heads for the dock. Nano seconds after reaching a great spot he casts and sits waiting for a bite... a nibble... a bump. But nothing takes his prawn that deserves a french name. Bored he starts looking around and starts appreciating the surroundings. The coconut trees, the blue sky, the white clouds, the trawler that goes by so close, the fishermen on the trawler who wave.... and a bite happens.

Now this is not just any bite but a real big one. the reel starts screaming. line starts pouring out. And it does not stop. The poor guy thinks hard and tightens the drag more and more. But it still does not stop. And then realisation... a bright light.... the trawler. Damn

Did he land the trawler or the trawler land him in the drink?Good one poor chap

This is a true story and was posted in most Sydney news papers. I read in the Courier Mail a few years ago.

A man fishing in a boat at Port Jackson and handlining decided to have a smoke and draped the line over his ear while he lit it. Just then a fish took the bait and the fisherman's ear was slced off with the force of the run which was suspected at being a sizable King fish which he was fishing for. He cut the fish free and headed for shore!!
Did anyone in oz read this!
Cheers,
Glenn

some guys never learn. He had already tried that with his rod.

It happened to a friend of mine off Carter Rd, handlining when he wraped the line around his big toe and proceeded to take out a knot from his other handline.

A small shark took the bait and he was in a pretty uncomfortable position on his arse and if fish tied to his toe lucky for him the line unwrapped its self and he proceeded to land the fish.

Some other funny things have happened on that stretch and I will save those stories for later..