Fishing is life

I was completely delusional thinking that Dylan's insatiable appetite for fishing may have waned overnight. From the moment I woke up, he was asking about when and where we could be going. I did my best impersonation of being deaf and not hearing him, however I finally gave him the ultimatum of not asking again or not going all day. Finally, I had 30 minutes of peace and we got ourselves some breakfast. 

John Bridgman had promised us a trip out in the boat this morning, and by 10am, we were all in the boat heading out to whet Dylan's eagerness and see his amazing smile again

We stopped to try and get a few squid for both bait and a feed, however John got got the lure snagged whilst showing Dylan how to use the rod whilst drifting. And lost the lot. This isn't normally a big issue, however it was at this moment we discovered that the tackle box with the extra lures and all other tackle was still sitting back at camp!  Luckily there was a few ready made whiting rigs tucked away, so these became our rigs for the day with a hope that we didn't lose any more. 

The whiting were nowhere to be found, so we carefully crossed the reef opening (about 1m of water) and then found the big ledge that was known for some good snapper and whiting. 

Within a minute of dropping the line, Tyler had pulled in a rock cod, closely followed by Dylan bringing in a stinker of a leather jacket. The leatheries were thick and stealing bait almost as instantly as it hit the sea floor, but we managed to get a good mix of Sweep, Cod, Trevally, Leather Jackets and a nice 42cm Snapper (caught by Yours Truly). Dylan was now getting quite angry and upset due to the fact he hadn't caught another fish despite the hundreds of bites and constant re-baiting, whilst watching Tyler pull in fish after fish. 

Tyler was not feeling well in this deeper water with the slow and steady swell, so I did the good parent deed and called time, much to Dylan's mixed emotions of horror and disgust. Tyler had been great, by dealing with it for nearly an hour, not wanting to ruin everyone's fun, but sea sickness is horrible and there was no way I was going to let him suffer with that feeling. 

I spent the next hour fending off Dylan's request to go fishing somewhere else for the afternoon and cleaned and filleted the fish, as well as cleaned up the boat. I was knackered by the time I had finished and made the decision easier by having a 3rd beer which he knows is too many to drive. With the boat cleaned, the fish cleaned and some eaten for tea, another drink or 2, the boys making friends in the playground, all thought of fishing again had slipped away into the darkness. Phew 

Peter arrived about 7, after finally getting home from work. Due to the tides, we have planned to take the kayak out in the morning and go out for a quick fish in the afternoon in the boat on the rising tide. Hopefully the wind plays friendly. 

Not quite as planned

I managed to sleep until just after 8 this morning, thanks to the boys playing quietly on their iPads. Another great sunny day greeted us, with the most important feature - no wind. (Unlike me after sitting up late, eating and drinking last night). 

I cooked up the usual hot breakfast, whilst deflecting Dylan's constant requests about going fishing again. 

The big news this morning was that Peter didn't get flown home last night, thanks to the heavy rains in the far NW of SA soaking the private runway, and therefore no planes in or out. At this stage, the earliest he will get home is Sunday 😳😧. And to top it off, it meant he had to keep working as there was no fly in crew arriving either!  Grumpy Peter needs a Scotch. 

I took the boys to a beach called Kemp's Bay at the bottom of the Yorke Peninsula where we threw out some lines in the hope of getting some Salmon or a stray Flathead. 1st cast scared the life out of a sun baking fish that skipped across the top of the water, frightened so much that he took all his mates with him. Over the next 2 hours, Dylan caught a few very tiny Tommy Ruff, and I missed one decent bite from something much larger, and once again came home without a feed, but with some good memories. As we were speeding down the dirt road, a brown snake slithered across the road in front of us without a care, knowing full well that we were more scared of him than the other way around. We watched him sit there for a moment, before he he slowly disappeared into nowhere leaving us baffled as to where he went. Our very non-snake friendly outfit of shorts and thongs guaranteed him that we weren't going to start looking for him, so it was back to the van for a late lunch. 

Of course the moment the food appeared to have been eaten, Dylan was bouncing off the walls wondering where we were going fishing next. Reluctantly I agreed to go to Edithburgh jetty, with a squid line, a tommy line and a bottom rig. There were hundreds of small fish around but not eating anything except everyone's burley, and only about 3 squid caught between the 30 or so other hopeful fishers out here. After announcing for the 5th time that we were leaving, and Dylan responding with "No", or "Why", or "One last cast", we were packing up when Dylan actually pulled in a smallish cuttlefish. At this stage of the day, I couldn't be bothered so it got thrown back and we were gone. 

Finally, I got some me time and a much needed drink. Despite Dylan's unstoppable desire to fish 24/7, and Tyler's boredom when a fish isn't caught within 5 minutes, it has been fun and good to spend time with the boys, doing boy stuff, and talking boy s^*+. 

As expected, they were exhausted tonight ( but not enough to not sit and watch a movie on TV till 9:15), but were asleep 2 minutes once it had ended. 

A Boys weekend begins

After nearly 2 months of planning, and 2.5 days after returning from our Easter holiday, I was off again. I say I, because this trip was without Tracy (and Kayla). I had arranged with Peter that I would take Tyler and Dylan to Coobowie in the van, and we would have a fish fest for 5 days. Peter was due to fly back home on Friday morning and would meet us there either late Friday night or very early Saturday morning.
Tracy was working today, so I arranged (ok... Tracy arranged -thank you), to have some friends look after Kayla from late morning until Tracy could pick her up after work. This turned into a sleep over which gave Tracy a night home on her own. We left home right on the dot of 11:30, which was exactly as planned and started the long trek.

Coming from the Hills, it takes almost exactly an hour to get to Waterloo Corner, and then the "2.5 hour journey" begins. Unless of course you stop at Dublin and buy some pies for lunch because you were too lazy to make it earlier.

We arrived at spot on 3:30 Friday afternoon to find some beautiful Autumn weather and lush green grassy sites.
It took a whole lot less time to set up with a very eager Dylan helping with everything, not because he wanted to, but because he wanted to go fishing. I managed to delay him long enough to cook an early tea of hamburgers (chicken patties actually) but he was in the car ready to go before I had finished mine. We went to Wool bay for some squidding , getting there just as last light was disappearing at 6:15. I threw a jig out to show Dylan how it was done, warning him of the shallow water and difficulty with night fishing of any kind , only to catch a squid as I was winding it in. This sent his parent diagnosed OCD into overdrive, completely beside himself that someone else caught something before he did, AND  on his fishing rod (an early birthday present). Turns out that was the only squid in the water and no more were caught to accompany what could have been a decent late night snack.
We got back to the van, and before I knew it, they were both cleaned up and in bed asleep. Finally I get to relax and have a drink whilst watching The Power demolish Carlton.

Play with the Kids day

After 3 days of complete over-indulgence, we decided to expel some energy and play a few games  with the kids ....... well... with Dylan anyway. He is forever seeking our input and participation in playing a game with him - any game. I was already in my way into Keith to get some essential supplies from the local IGA, only to find it was closed. The bakery appeared to be doing a roaring trade so I joined the queue. What a great way to rip off the tourists. I understand that it is a public holiday and that wages are being paid, but after I parted with $18 for 2 iced coffees and 2 loaves of half stale bread, I made the decision that they won't be getting my custom again. 
I discovered the main tourist attraction of Keith. A Landrover on a pole. And they must have had a whole of town competition to put a name to this jaw dropping attraction. If only we could all meet the genius who chose the name - Landrover on a Pole.

The rest of the day was serpent playing softball with Dylan (and Taz), as well as being fascinated with the two dogs chasing each other in the newly found open space as most of the patrons packed up and headed home for the short week of work.



A bit of an interesting diversion during the afternoon was when a semi turned up to collect 30 or so sheep that were off to the butchers after ageing gracefully in the paddock.
The remaining kids in the park all crowded round and watched in fascination as the truck was loaded and the working-dogs did their stuff rounding up the sheep but it wasn't long before the truck was on the move again, and gone.

As usual, the night was rounded up with a mini bonfire 🔥 as we sat around and drank the remaining wine and reminisced about the weekend. Home tomorrow. I have the next few days off work before heading off to Coobowie with the two boys, where we are meeting up with Peter for a fishing jaunt.

Easter Bunny arrives

Despite the non believers in the Weyland campsite, the Easter Bunny still made a visit to our van  and Tyler's tent overnight. And true to form, the kids expected it and were up at 6:30 looking for some flavoursome droppings. Which meant we were all up. 

The beaming smile from Kayla gave us enough reason to try and continue the fairy tale for another year

It was a terrible day - for our bodies. We ate too much, we drank too much and we ate too much again. Amongst all this, My hay fever/ Man Flu was driving me crazy and I scoured the car and medicine box for some antihistamine. All I could find was some Sudafed, so that became the next best choice. 

Less than an hour later, I snuck into bed and was out like a comatose bear. Everyone was in and out of the van making lunch as well as cooking right outside the window, but I had no idea. What a great tablet 😜. But note to myself - don't have one of them if in a situation where a bed can't be found. 

The afternoon was literally a super unhealthy food and wine affair that resulted in a very rapid and unhealthy dinner of sausages and chicken schnitzels with a token green salad to satisfy the child welfare officers lurking behind the bushes. 

The weather has been amazing and today was no different. Mid to high 20's, beautiful clear skies and finishing off with another fire. The kids were entertained with a hosted disco that finished at 9pm, which happened to be exactly the same time we were all in bed completely exhausted from a huge day of nothing. 

Eating, Drinking, Sleeping.

We now have 14 adults with 19 kids terrorising the park. After breakfast had been cooked and cleaned up, the kids were entertained with a visit to the archery and the hay maze. Tracy took Kayla to the morning animal feeding frenzy along with another 50 or more camp kids whose parents took the opportunity to have their ferals supervised by someone else for an hour or so. 

We have decided that after 12 years of taking the kids camping and supervising them for every minute of their camping life, it is time for them to entertain themselves so we can be lazy bums and eat and drink all day. Pity the kids don't realise that. 

As night crept in and the volume level of the chit chat increased, all 34 of us migrated over to the fire and sat around some more, drinking some more, and talking about nothing some more. 

This is why we go camping. Easter Sunday tomorrow. Kayla has already told every child in the park that Easter bunny doesn't really exist, so right at this moment non believers are non receivers. 

Good Friday

I stumbled out of bed at some ridiculous time of approximately 7 o'clock and was witness to an incredible fog that cast an amazing blanket over the morning sunrise. 

As the fog lifted and the morning started, breakfast was started (on the Weber of course) and the day began. The owner has a morning ritual of blaring the truck horn signalling to all the kids and any adults wanting to be kids, that it was time to feed the animals. I was walking Taz nearby as Dylan, Tyler, Ned, Patrick, Darcy and Teddy climbed onto the hay bales on the back of the trailer and got involved in the feeding process. 

There were chooks, camels, Kangaroos,emus, Carmella the camel, goats, sheep, cows, water buffalo, reindeer....... and everyone of them had the kids involved in one way or the other giving them their breakfast 

What I thought was going to be a 20 minute exercise turned into closer to an hour and a half. (Which all my exercise did that!). But it was a very interesting tour with an amazingly friendly owner who sounded like he really did enjoy his work. 

The kids were entertained for the rest of the morning by trying their skills st archery into some painted hay bales and a few laps in the rather putrid lake in some canoes. Thankfully they agreed it was stinking and horrible and won't be asking to do that again. 

Getting back from the canoes, we discovered an ambulance tending to a poor little girl who had walked through the remains of last nights fire ashes which weren't as cold as she thought 🔥. The worrying part about this was that it was Gracie and she very quickly got raced off to the local hospital before being flown to Women's and Children's in Adelaide. Turns out it was only the top of her foot but was still a very nasty burn. 

With Nicole and Gracie in safe hands, and Rob supporting them, before we knew it, it was wine o'clock 🍷. The other 5 or so families had started turning up, the kids were multiplying every time I looked around. 

Tea was a basic meal of snags in bread with some steakettes and a token bowl of salad before we migrated to the fire. 

With the mood a little more somber as we were wondering how Gracie was, we went to bed early(ish) ready to tackle a new day. 

Keith Farmstay

Last night it dawned on me that I needed to pack. We are off for Easter with The Hardy's and The Mardle's to a place called Cockatoo Downs Farmstay about 7km East of Keith . I threw in as many clothes as I could, got all the accessories together such as chairs and tables, the went to bed. 

The plan is that I will get home from work early, have most of the car and van sorted before the kids get home from school and we will be on our way by 4..... ok, maybe 4:30. 

So I arrive home at 10 to 5. Completely not how I thought my day was going to turn out, but probably a little nicer for the boss who is not only paying for a full days work, but possibly also reading this. 

We managed to get moving at 5:35. Pretty good considering. We got all the way to Tailem Bend before the 1st stop. That's about 40 minutes drive😳

Thankfully this was also a food stop and we spent a small fortune at the local takeaway shop on chips, burgers and Yiros. 

I am guessing nearly 30 minutes  passed whilst they grew the potatoes, killed the chicken and cooked it all up for our extremely unhealthy, but very delicious, dinner in the car, and we were on our way again. We got to camp at about 8:30 and launched straight into setting up. The others were already here, and onto the second bottle of red, sitting around a large camp fire that the park has set up for anyone to gather around and dribble sh*t. 

We joined in for a few drinks around the fire and chatted about anything until finally collapsing ready for a big weekend of glamping, starting with a good fry up in the morning for breakfast. 

Addicted

It's about 7am and I am stirring in my bed as I hear Tyler whispering rather loudly "Dylan - it's time to go fishing". Next minute they are up and gone. The water is only just over a metre deep at the end of the jetty and both boys are very good swimmers, so I am not worried at all about them being out there on their own (and I have blocked out all thoughts about other nasty things that could happen). I hear them grab the can of corn kernels, pick up the two rods from under the van and they are off to empty the lake of carp.  I wander out there a couple of times to check they are still alive, and Grandad even took Dylan a couple of toasted sandwiches at lunch time because he quite clearly wasn't coming back any time soon. He has actually caught a good number of fish at this stage and appeared to be keeping everyone at the end of the jetty amused with his antics and good humour.

Tyler's interest level lasts about 30 minutes each visit before he leaves Dylan on his own, however he did keep heading back out intermittently to check on progress and have another 10 minute attempt at catching something.

I headed down to the bakery in readiness for a visit from Mike and Pauline Brady and got distracted at the tourist information centre checking out the freshly painted train and surrounds. It was then back to the van just in time for the miserable weather to get worse and dump a few more mm on the ground and raise the mud level to be truly annoying.

   

 I went out to sit with the boys for the last hour of the day whilst the wind picked up and made conditions pretty horrible. Dylan wasn't going to quit, especially with Tyler starting to catch some fish (with my help..), however once the clock ticked past 6pm, I put my foot down and made them come in.

 

I think secretly Dylan was glad I did, as he basically collapsed in a chair and looked like he was ready to fall asleep the moment he had eaten.  Us adults sat up and braved the elements with chocolate and wine, however with the scattered showers and windy conditions, it wasn't long before we hit the beds for the final time on this holiday.

My prediction is that the boys are going to want to go fishing again real soon. Just as well Easter is around the corner. Better start thinking of places to go. 

Dylan goes fishing

For the last week or so, all I have heard from Dylan is him asking to go fishing whilst we are camping this weekend. I was hesitant to say yes, because he would have asked me questions about it every hour until we got there, but I also couldn't say no, because he would be heartbroken. So today was going to be the day we went fishing in Lake Alexandrina. For carp.

I woke up feeling like I had slept with a knife stuck in the back of my neck all night, and so when the first thing I heard from Dylan was "can we go fishing now", it took all my will power to smile at him rather than tying him up with the fishing line and throwing him in as bait.  A couple of painkillers soon settled the pain, albeit temporarily, and I was functional again. We had breakfast, which was the usual bacon, eggs and "toad in the hole - ( egg in the fried bread on the hot plate), cleaned up and then I finally set up some rigs to take Mr Excitable fishing.  Dylan insisted on doing everything himself, including casting the line out. Against by better judgement, I let him and after showing him how to do it, he did ok the first few times, before reminding us all not to stand within 10 metres at any angle when he is casting. Instead of the line going straight out where he was aiming, it somehow went 90 degrees to his right landing smack in the middle of the only clump of reeds in the 1 million plus square kilometres of water. 

   

 

After retrieving the line minus the hook and sinker, I put together a new trace and threw in a bit of free training that he actually listened to this time, and left him to it.  With an expectation of him becoming bored in 3 minutes, I was pleasantly surprised to see him still sitting out there 2 hours later. There was plenty of tiny nibbles and bait missing, but no catching, so we headed back to the van for lunch.

No sooner had he swallowed the last mouthful of his second sandwich, Dylan was racing back to the lake with fishing rod and bait, accompanied by Tyler and Darcy. I decided that they didn't need me watching over them anymore so we all stayed put and settled in for an afternoon of camping fun. 

   

With the drinks, food and tall tales flowing, I suddenly realised it was nearly 4pm and the kids - including Kayla - were still out on the jetty fishing. For a moment there, the thought of a 12, 9, and 7 year old spending 3 hours on a jetty fishing unsupervised made me start looking around for Child Welfare staff taking them into responsible care and us two parents being thrown in jail for 6 months. However, I wandered down and found them having the time of their lives and actually catching fish. 

   

When I say fish, I actually mean 3" baby Redfin, but at least he had caught something. Turns out he started talking to complete strangers also fishing out there, and somehow managed to convince them to let him use their bait (which happened to be bacon!) He then also managed to catch 2 decent sized carp, but as with all good fisherman's tales, these "huge fish" were nowhere to be seen because a pelican took them. A few people vouched for his story, so either he had somehow bribed everyone to tell the same story, or he did actually catch them.

Before I knew it, tea time was beckoning and everybody was starving. I cooked up some sausages and marinated steak, with a token spattering of green salad.  By the time clean up was done, Kayla had been showered and we had moved our chairs 5 times thanks to the weather unable to decide if it was going to rain or not, it was sunset and time fo take the mandatory sunset photos - although it turned out West is on the other side of the hill behind us, so I managed to snag a rainbow off to the East instead. 

 

Setting up

It was just me and the kids tonight. Tracy had managed to book herself and her friend some tickets to a Fringe show tonight, meaning she would be coming up in the morning sometime.  I wasn't in a huge hurry, still undecided if I even wanted to go this weekend, and considering it was only 45 minutes away, there was not the usual urgency.  When we arrived, the kids had a reasonable amount of enthusiasm and desire to help, until they spotted their Grandparents 2 sites away. This doesn't overly bother me, as I like to do things myself, my way anyway - which is probably not a huge surprise to most people.  The local Corellas had certainly left all the signs that this was their territory and that we mere humans were invading their space. The trees were absolutely shredded and the ground was completely mulched with their destruction. 

   

It was a beautiful warm night too, and with the Corellas destroying the trees above the van and everyone of them screeching to another, it was a mix of enjoying the camping life and wanting to shoot the damn things.  Finally I had finished (well enough for tonight ...) and it was time for me to sit and relax

 

It wasn't long before Kayla pointed out that she had a dozen mosquito bites, so I decided it was time for everyone to get cleaned up and ready for bed. We played a few games of UNO in the safety of the chemically sprayed van before all 3 kids were screamed at to go to sleep. At least 3 times.

I was buggered too and crashed reasonably early as well, listening to the park full of kids still awake and running around our van, shouting at the top of their voices. I fell asleep regardless, with Taz curled up at my feet with one ear up, still listening for strange noises to bark at. 

Milang - again

Preparation isn't one of my strongest qualities - apparently.

We are heading off to Milang in 3 days time for the Adelaide Cup long weekend.
I am out late tonight (Tuesday), having a big session on Wednesday night and potentially getting home super late, leaving me with Thursday night to pack.
Plenty of time........

Thankfully it is only 44 minutes drive away, so in my mind, it doesn't matter what I forget as long as it isn't a chair and my esky full of drinks

Meningie - marching with ants

Another great day, weather wise, was presented to us today. Clear sunny sky and warm weather around the 31 degree mark. 

True to yesterday's promise, we agreed that there was no long boring drives checking out this magnificent state of ours, and instead we would go for a nice relaxing walk up to the Main Street. Tracy had seen a short walk on the park map that led us around the back of town to the playground so we headed off in that direction. 

In less than 10 minutes, we had reached the sign indicating we were at the start of the walk. Not the concrete path that we were expecting, but a gravel, ant infested trail through the native scrub typically found in the Flinders Ranges. 

The sign said it was only 600m with an optional 800m detour in the middle so reluctantly, I relented and agreed to go after the kids and Tracy who had already disappeared into the bush. It may be worth noting that Dylan had ridden his scooter on this walk and I had my best hiking footwear on. The scooter was now slung over my shoulder and my footwear was just a case of "suck it up Princess". 

We did the detour and it turned out ok, except for the 10 billion ants that kept trying to climb up my feet and ankles and bite every millimetre of my leg. We got to a dirt fire track road, with a sign on the other side indicating stage 2 of the trail continuing. Despite this not showing clearly on the map, Tracy was in control of the map and apparently worked out where we were and convinced us all that this was the same length track as we had just hiked and would pop us out at the playground. 

Well...... 45 minutes later with no more water in any of our bottles and enough sweat pouring out of my head to add another inch into Lake Albert, we were still bush walking...  in my thongs with a scooter wrapped around my neck!

 It was at this stage I took the map off Tracy and advised that she was never to look at a map again. 

Thinking I would resort to my ever faithful Google Maps, I whipped out my phone to see just how lost we really were, only to find the stupid thing was locked up and wouldn't go off the home screen. 

We kept trudging along for what seems to be another 30 minutes encountering a couple of friendly blue tongue lizards and all of a sudden heard some cars nearby. 

The kids actually started running at this stage in excitement (and not having a scooter on their back or a pair of ant infested thongs to slow them down), and reached the road. 

My excitement wasn't quite as clear... we were on a section of road where the speed limit was quite clearly 100 km/hr which immediately said to me that we were not really that close to town centre. And to top it off, every inch of the side of the road was covered in bull ants, meaning the kids needed to either be mowed down by the next passing car or eaten alive by an army of ants. 

Using my impressive directional skills, I went left and started walking towards what I hoped was town, with the kids being reminded every minute that the next car to come over the hill behind them was likely to flatten them all to the size of the ants we were desperately trying to avoid. 

Then the weirdest thing happened. The first car to come over the hill slowed down and reversed back to us, with the driver sticking her head out of the window saying "Hello Weyland's". Turns out to be a mum from Soccer and her kids heading into Meningie from their farm property that we were potentially going to reach if we had kept on the trail earlier. 

We very gratefully accepted a lift and got driven in luxury to the playground where I collapsed on the beautiful green grass whilst the kids played on the equipment and Tracy chatted. 

After recuperating with an ice block and some much needed rest, we ambled back, passing the local Australia Day thong tree.

After lunch we spent the afternoon sitting on the edge of the lake whilst the kids played in the shallows with some new friends they had made. Tyler took Taz in at one stage and let him go, but I am not convinced that the poor dog liked it at all, judging by the speed he swam back to shore and ran around like a rabid wild animal chasing its next meal. 

Before we knew it, the day had ended and we were cooking tea on the Weber for the last time as this is our last night of this holiday. 

We should be home by lunch time tomorrow, which gives us plenty of time to get the house into some sort of order after 3 weeks of absence.