North Ryde, New South Wales

Unorthodox fishing method: An autumn day with a hint of warmth from the sun's rays warming the body like a cold blooded animal bathing on a rock to get the heart pumping. Webstrands whips the air catching onto anything at the first instance; my face, suggests baby spiders leaving their web to start a life journey of their own while their mother's life ebbs away. Whisk like cloud shapes drifts gentle with the breeze across the clean sky, heading East. Past rain have washed away the contaminants from the air making things look fresher and brighter. Last weeks fishing I got out done by my daughter: first fish caught, first big fish, first to catch two, a trifecta! And where do I stand in all of this other than this odd catch while schools of fish drifts by (look closely) Of all things, I have caught many things (including a few bottle of beer to keep me happy) but this has to trump all unorthodox ways to catch a fish; what is the likelihood of a fish netting himself between a swivel clip? He is resting in my makeshift fish tank. To be continued as my fishing day has not ended on this autumn day...