05-09-2005, 02:11 PM
OK, so I found this website while browsing the net.
I like eating squid, so I figured I might as well try my hand at catching them.
Nipped down to K-Mart and bought three $7 fishing rods and three $3 squid lures.
Sunday being Father's Day, I take the wife, 10yo daughter and 1yo son down to Darwin wharf to see if this squid fishing is all it's cracked up to be.
According to all your info, last night should have been perfect: sunset at 6.40pm, high tide at 6.50pm, and the night of the new moon.
Unfortunately, the wharf was packed with bloody tourists ... nowhere to park.
So I drove round to the Deckchair Cinema, and we started fishing off the rocks.
Within 2 mins, my daughter had hopelessly tangled her fishing line.
I spent about 10 mins untangling it for her.
Then the missus got savaged by giant mosquitoes.
Just as the baby started howling in his pram, all hell breaks loose.
A monster squid attacks my lure.
He's at least 18 inches long, and splashing around on the surface, making a sort of moaning sound (NB: this could have been me).
Luckily, I'm a quick-thinking sort of bloke.
A quick heave on the rod, and I rescue my lure from the jaws of this creature from the deep.
Daughter then shines her torch on the squid, and vows never to go swimming again.
Squid swims off.
Wife demands to be taken home.
Baby still howling.
Nearby fishermen suggest I accede to wife's wishes.
Pack up.
Go home.
Spend rest of evening untangling fishing line.
Nowhere on this website is there advice against taking family squidfishing.
This, I believe, is a serious omission.
I like eating squid, so I figured I might as well try my hand at catching them.
Nipped down to K-Mart and bought three $7 fishing rods and three $3 squid lures.
Sunday being Father's Day, I take the wife, 10yo daughter and 1yo son down to Darwin wharf to see if this squid fishing is all it's cracked up to be.
According to all your info, last night should have been perfect: sunset at 6.40pm, high tide at 6.50pm, and the night of the new moon.
Unfortunately, the wharf was packed with bloody tourists ... nowhere to park.
So I drove round to the Deckchair Cinema, and we started fishing off the rocks.
Within 2 mins, my daughter had hopelessly tangled her fishing line.
I spent about 10 mins untangling it for her.
Then the missus got savaged by giant mosquitoes.
Just as the baby started howling in his pram, all hell breaks loose.
A monster squid attacks my lure.
He's at least 18 inches long, and splashing around on the surface, making a sort of moaning sound (NB: this could have been me).
Luckily, I'm a quick-thinking sort of bloke.
A quick heave on the rod, and I rescue my lure from the jaws of this creature from the deep.
Daughter then shines her torch on the squid, and vows never to go swimming again.
Squid swims off.
Wife demands to be taken home.
Baby still howling.
Nearby fishermen suggest I accede to wife's wishes.
Pack up.
Go home.
Spend rest of evening untangling fishing line.
Nowhere on this website is there advice against taking family squidfishing.
This, I believe, is a serious omission.