Fishing at Orere Point

On a not so sunny Sunday, my father and I hopped into the car at the crack of dawn and set off for Orere Point to catch some fish. When we got there it was the beginning of the sunrise and the view was so surreal from our spot on the beach.

We heaved the kayak off the trailer then walked down to the ramp and later we were out on the rough sea. On the way out I felt a tug on my rod. I seized the rod and started to wind it in. Soon I realised that it was not a big fish but a big rock with a small crab that was holding on for dear life. I slowly put it back into the water.

Father paddled out further and I saw a figure in the water. Then we went out further out to see what it was. It had turned out to be Gavin. a member of the EAKFC,  the fishing club we were in.

I felt another tug on my rod but this time I was sure I would catch a fish. this time But it was another ROCK!!!!!!!!!! By this time I was so fed up that I didn’t want to see another rock on this trip.