Full of tips and local knowledge about fishing, the boys were keen to put it to the test.

We headed to the wharf where they baited up their hooks and I put my feet up to watch. Caleb managed to snag the rocks (twice), then the roof of the picnic hut where I was sheltered. We assured him the fish would most likely be in the water and it was probably best to try there! He did, and caught a fish within minutes. None of us could believe our eyes. He was happy to put it in the bucket but assured Ray that he wouldn’t be able to eat it. 
Ray was devastated not to catch a fish too especially when another man and his kid were a few metres away and they were also pulling in fish. Ray is determined to change his line and is sure this will solve the fishing drought. Poor Ray!
We returned to the van for schoolwork and lunch and had a drink with our neighbours, sharing travelling stories and tips. Ray cooked up the fish and are it all himself. Caleb wouldn’t even look at it and I remembered how pretty it was when it was caught and felt sick. Ray happily polished it off. 
Caleb complained about a sore eye so Ray rigged him up a pirate’s patch to rest it. I sang him the song ” One eyed Jack the pirate chief”, read him a story and put him to bed early. Too much excitement for one day, out fishing with your old man rates pretty highly on a kids list, especially when your haul is bigger than his!