We stopped for a couple of days on the way down the Eyre Peninsula at a quiet town called Tumby Bay. The big jetty and favourable weather conditions found us spending quite a bit of time fishing.
Oscar started getting excited when he saw me catch a squid, but when he stepped up the next day he couldn’t stop catching mackerel, one after another. So many in fact I was having trouble getting a line in. At the end of two days we had caught mackerel, tommy ruff, trevally, snook, garfish and had a bag full of bait for future expeditions squirrelled in the bottom of the freezer.
they beat the ugly catfish I caught over the xmas hols