Just returned from a short trip up north, around Geraldton way. It was worth the drive, and putting up with all the magoos driving fucken caravans, to catch a fish like this.
The first day was a wipe out for fishing due to the weed banks that came in - not a chance of getting a line out in that shit. Day two was a different story - fucken beautiful - gentle breeze - warm and sunny - and heaps of bites.
The mulloway, or kingfish, took a mulie on braided line - well actually the cunt fucken nailed it that hard that it nearly took the end of my finger off where I had it resting on the line.
I cooked the fillets over my campfire and they were the best tasting fish I've had for a while - you can't beat fresh!!!
The last day started out with the red sky and a change in the weather to a howling and bitter easterly wind at about 30 knots. All the fish fucked off, and so did I.
posted by rackorf at 4:36 PM
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Hey, you're back!
Don't tell me you were gone for 2-1/2 months on that trip??
In the meantime, I've found another new Australian blogger buddy is who ALMOST as interesting as you, although a big continent away, figuratively speaking if not literally as well. That would be Fifi (she's linked on my blog roll).
Re. your weather conditions discussion, I'm guessing "bitter" doesn't mean "really cold"? I didn't think it got that cold in your part of the world.
Geraldton? Sounds like an, ah, interesting place. And that is the Indian Ocean, I take it?
Yes, we love Fifi - she is cool.
And I've never had fresh fish cooked on a campfire.
Sitting here with a hangover, it still sounds really good!
I was pretty busy at work and study the last few months. Fucken great to have a bit of a bush break at last - not a long enough trip though.
And yes, it was cold as the looks I get from stuck up moles at times -(I once asked a stuck up skimpy barmaid if I could smell her cunt - "no fucken way" she goes - so I said "must be your fucken feet then" - that got a cold look and pisspoor service)-but it was not as cold as one trip where a full bottle of olive oil froze solid.
Gero's not a bad place - 'cept for the coons - useless shifty theiving cunts that they are.
Anything is good cooked on a campfire!!(and washed down with copious amounts of piss)
I'll have to check out Fifi - sounds like a french fucken poodles name.
Oh my fucken God! You haven't changed. ;]
You have sand dunes!
I know how good fresh fish is. We never eat store bought fish here.
I have a new blog. The old one I've shut down until I get moved.
If i show you my new one, will you promise NOT to go over there & say cunt? you'll see why, but you got to promise first.
"It must be your feet then."
Bad Rackorf!
Jesus!
only 'cos you asked so fucken nicely l>t - is cunt the only thing I can't say?
Bad Rackorf - hahahahaha
Hi! it's me l>t. go have a look but be nice please.
OH MY GOD here I am being talked about!
I must say, I am flattered.
It's cool here!
and yes I have french fucken poodle name, it is my nickname, derived from my real name, in the true australian way. Sort of.
wow, the whole tim winton world here, though when I opened the page I thought I was looking at snow...
so.
How's the water over there? swimmable?
That is a truly large fish.
Hi fifi, you should have heard what 'they' said in the comments that I had to delete as they were too fucken rude.
I suppose that you could swim in the water over here - not for this little black duck though as there are lots of even bigger fish out there....
hey t>t - I see what you mean- doesn't look as much fun as your old allowed to say cunt blog:(
yeah, I really miss the old blog.
This new blog is good for me though. I'm learning restraint & how to "talk back to the Man." <---(Activist talk ;]
Well, you can't post once and then leave me checking back in here to find another.
Get back to posting Bad Rackorf!
Oh, my Fifi and Rackorf actually met, so to speak, in this comment section.
Rackorf, one of the weirdly ironic things about America (the U.S.) is that while it is being run by such a crazy and inept rightwing fascist cabal, and while it is a country that so prides itself on 'freedom' to find one's happiness and in expression, it nevertheless has become so unbelievably uptight in a politically correct kind of way when it comes to discourse such as on a blog. My blog alone, if discovered at a typical fucking American office job, would get me fired EVEN THOUGH (1) I don't use an office computer to post entries, (2) there is nothing that is even vaguely sexually obscene, and (3) I made no reference to my employer.
Pushy little thing aren't ya...but ok.
Hey Arc - PC is fucked - tell it like ya see it- as i said to some cunt that rang me once, when they complained about " my language" - "Hey cunt, you fucken rang me, if you can't handle my language, then fuck off and get counselled you snivelling waste of a root. I bet you were a grudge fuck!!"
Never heard from them again.
"I bet your were a grudge fuck"
I'm saving that for future use.
Put it in the same folder as "you should have been a wank"
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