Originally, my dad and I intended to go climb the hill which I brought my friends to the other day. However, the road, which was narrow already, was packed with cars. It looked like a lot of people from an institution, probably the navy, were there. When we reached, many cars, motorcycles and people were coming out. We couldn't get our car in, so we had to cancel our plan. I wonder how so many cars could fit in the narrow area.
So, driving back, we thought of finding the bait shop that we couldn't locate the other day when my friends came over. Not satisfied, we wanted to find it. Haha. After some searching, finally, we found it. It's a small road, no wonder we missed it. We bought some worms and live prawns, and went fishing at the river near my house.
We started at around four something in the evening and fished till about seven. It brought back my teenagehood memories. The prawns' eyes looked big and shining like they did, and the worms were still that gross. Haha. I just sat there, like I did when I was young (not really that young; I sometimes went fishing with my dad when I was a teenager), and looked at the scene before me - the waves in the water, the swaying trees and the birds flying low, waiting for the line to strike. I remembered there were times when I went to fish with my dad at night. The cold breeze, the torch light, the mosquitoes, the bold moonlight, the shadows of trees beyond the bank on the other side, the glowing eyes of prawns in the river, the clicking sound when I wound the line, and the flipping sound of the fish in the water as I pulled up a catch. Ah, those were the times.
It was some wait, and patience is a virtue. Sometimes, you'd feel that a fish had caught your bait and pulled it up only to find that your bait was gone. If you didn't wait long enough, and keep pulling it up to check your line, then you probably wouldn't catch a thing. In the end, I caught a small fish (I don't really know what it is; it's the size of a baby's palm) and a small catfish about the size of a forearm, or less (I'd like to take a photo of the fish, but I didn't bring my camera because I know I'd be touching the worms). Not bad for a day, better than nothing at all. Haha. When the tide was coming down, and too much rubbish were flowing down the river (yeah, who threw those rubbish?!), we stopped. The rubbish would get stuck at the line. By the way, we released the fish back into the river.
hey i wanna go fishing again. :)