My darling hero
This picure shows Matt with his very first kingfish he caught off the rocks. It weighed roughly 15kg and as if that wasn't awesome enough the story behind that fish is unbelievable! Because it almost cost one of Matt's mate's life. But somehow my darling managed to get his kingi AND safe his mate's life. Here's what happened...
Last Tuesday after I got home from work Matt was ready to go on one of his overnight fishing trips. He usually does these missions on his own which seems to be the best thing to do despite the danger. But last time he took someone out he broke a brandnew rod, his mate fell off the bank, lost his glasses and broke Matt's brandnew reel - they didn't even get a line in the water. Anyway... so this was Take #2 taking someone to his favorite fishing spots.
I dropped Matt and the other guy from the hostel off just before dark and was meant to come back for them the next day after work. I said my little prayer that both of them would return safely and went home - half waiting for a call to come and pick them up early because something had happened. The message came - but only the next day. When I arrived I was sooo relieved to see them both standing there. But apparently that might not have been the case due to what had happened that morning.
The two boys had had a good night on the rocks without major incidents and instead had been catching heaps of fish. Until midday - when Matt finally hooked his kingfish. It must have given a good rumble and Matt's mate was supposed to help him net it to get it onto the rocks. However, the sea that day was a bit rough and the swells super high. One of the waves just washed the other guy off the rocks and dragged him out into the sea.
He must have gone out a good 50 or 60 meters the boys told me later. Was starting to panic because the waves kept dragging him under. Fortunately Matt didn't lose his mind and kept cool, telling his mate to take off his heavy clothes while he heaved the kingfish onto the rocks. He unclipped the kingi and - don't ask me how he got the idea but it proved to be a true lifesaver - tied one of his little chiller bags on the end of his line. He then chucked that out to his mate to hold on to - and wound him in like a fish.
Picturing it actually sounds quite funny and we can now all laugh about it since it didn't end tragic. With the help of another big swell Matt's mate landed back on the rocks. Naked as God made him and with some nasty scratches - but alive.
I don't think he'll go fishing with Matt, though, anytime soon...