dadpad wrote:
I thought this was a right of passage. Mind you for me it was Batemans Bay and the cliffs were nowhere near jervis bay size (thats a pretty fair effort). But cunji and drummer, brim, rock cod. I once caught? a flying fish at merimbula, it flew out of the water onto the rock shelf I was standing on. Landed right next to me and scared the bejesus out of me.
Ha, mum still lives in Batemans - bizarre. I guess it was weird for me because I grew up in the 'burbs, but dad was a country boy - he was born in Callala Beach and said that a holiday was him and his dad being dropped off by horse and cart in the bush on the northern side of Jervis Bay (it's a naval reserve now) with a gun and a fishing reel and no food - and getting picked up a week later. So when he got married and had kids he would take us back there for camping holidays (not as austere as his). The navy used to have exercises occasionally and you would have to leave some days between 3 and 11pm in case a bomb overshot at the aptly named 'Target Beach'. Many's the night we'd spend in the truck at Currawong wiling away the hours.
And you reminded me of rock cod! Blah. Cook it with a stone and when the stone is tender throw away the cod and eat the stone. Never saw a flying fish. We used to fish a bit at Toragy Point at Moruya Heads too. It's weird how places like Merimbula and Pambula have so many victorians and as you head north Batemans is full of Canberrans (half the rates bills are payed from Canberra, so I'm told).
