Subscribe to PostsIt was a huge passion of mine, many years ago. Somehow, at a point I couldn’t recall, I stopped. For an unknown reason.
It’s not a new hobby. It’s just a refreshment of a long time interest. Plus, a few colleagues share this same interest, which somehow encourages me to go to that ‘haunted’ shop and buy that hot rod, as well as the exquisite machine.
And the first run was a test of patience. Three solid hours, yet I managed to catch a below-par 200g-300g barramundi (well, honestly, there was a man there said that the fishes in that particular pond are small compared to other ponds). That statement supposed to make me feel better, but it didn’t. Size does not matter. Quantity is the only thing that will make me happy, if the number increases.
Abu Garcia Stealth ST4000. Sexy, isn’t it?
The second run was worse. Not even a touch of a fish. 15km away from the first, this pond promises better outcome. Arriving late in the evening, the first thing I saw when I got out of the car was a fat boy with funny hat, running clumsily to the coffee stall nearby, holding a huge barramundi, probably more than 2kg.
Yet, another three solid hours, empty handed. Oh boy.
Dah menguap bang?
“Ikan oh ikan, manala ko…Aku tuba gak kolam ni karang…” this was probably what in his mind.
Fishing isn’t about skills. Or secret tips. It’s all about patience. At least, that’s what I believe.
Third run, anyone?
PS: Driving 150 golf balls is cheaper than a 3-hour pond-fishing.
