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giovedì 28 settembre 2006 - ore 21:16
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Peter, for Petes sake let up on that hand-line stuff, I begged. Theline was so tight I had to release the drag. After seeing a small specimen of wobbegong, or carpet shark, I was verykeen to catch one.
The fight was interesting because it was exactly what Mr. It required about a quarter of an hour to lick the nextone, around three hundred pounds in weight. No, I could not, and after congratulating Mr. In perhaps a quarter of an hour I recoveredmost of the line. On this third attempt, before we got even with the shark, he made a swiftand savage run.
He looks likeseaweed and is a remarkable example of natures protective coloration. I went down, not for thecount, but to bounce up furious. Peter hauled on theleader in a way to alarm me. His tail went under, came up again, flashedopal and gold, vanished, to show once more. For mypains, however, I got very little line in.
Suddenly, sensing the actuality, I called out, There he goes! Be careful the next one doesnt jerk you overboard, warned Bill. Night had fallen when wearrived, so that we could neither weigh nor photograph him.
But with the lighter tackle I could handle him better. The usualcrowd was there to see me, but I could not sign any autographs thatnight.
Id rather catch and kill such bad sharks than land thegamest sporting fish that swims.
Be careful the next one doesnt jerk you overboard, warned Bill.
Loves hopes of astrike began perceptibly to fail. They really had beauty, if line and contourlending speed and savagery, can have such a thing. Itturned out to be a whaler of about three hundred pounds.
He was heavy and strong, and quick as aflash.
The swivel of the leader was against my rod tip.
In less than a minute I was fast to another, and Petes yell assured mehe was, too. Heappeared to be a soft-fleshed shark that would shrink much overnight.
Becauseinstantly there he was back of my bait.
They then engagedin a fight for the pieces our boatman threw them.
Stead assures me this apron is anindication of very recent elevation of the coast.
By peering over into the green water I saw long wavering shapes. Fishing off Sydney Heads, Australia, is as far removed from this as couldwell be imagined. I did not see him clearly, however, until Peterhad heaved on the leader. Hours just fade away unnoticeably at such pastime. I hookeda fish, all right, and made ready for a run
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