Out on the Lake
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The third and forth days started at the crack of dawn. We were helping Al, Rod and Lizâ€™s sun, set up 240 trays of oyster on his lease in the lake. We drove up to the loading bay and started to unload the wooden trays onto a large boat with a flat bed, called a punt. I was given a set of waders with patches all over them and I wondered how waterproof these were. I was soon to find out the hard way, as we reached the tray shelves and all of us jumped out of the punt. My feet sunk in a foot and a half of mud and the water level came to half a foot above my belt. Trying to walk in all that muck was blooming hard work and the water pressure made my waders stick to my legs like a pair of leggings or a gimp suit, not that I own one lets be clear! Much to my delight, there were no leaks in my overalls but the water was very cold and unpleasant. Also, whilst fastening the trays under water with steel wire, Al pulled out a dead flying possum, and Woodsy made a funny remark about the possibility of finding sharks in these waters.
For dinner Rod and Liz treated me to a lovely meal, with a dozen oysters each for starters and a good glass of Chardonnay,
Kill it, cook it, eat it!
On my last day, Saturday, Rod took me fishing on Pambula beach. We had three fishing rods between the two of us and we used tuna for bate. I was very surprised to see a completely empty beach, only marked by a few foot prints in the sand left by a keen jogger. Rodâ€™s a very experienced fisherman, he explained were we would most like find some fish by looking at the waves, and what sort of fish we could catch. It wasnâ€™t long till we started pulling them out one by one.
On the beach, I was thinking about the last three month of this year, which I will spend travelling around