IT’S been 20 years since my kids were tiny little anglers and now, I’m at it again with my eldest grandson. Cruz (aka Cappie), is about to turn five and he is a fishing tragic. I haven’t pushed, but he’s always enjoyed being on the boat with his “Da”, and what started as “mummy-relief boating” has evolved into “Hi Da, can we go fishing”, which is most of the time he arrives at our place, which is most days of the week.
Somehow, his dad’s tinny and 25 HP outboard is bigger and faster than my 100HP’d Formosa. Today, he’s wandering around with two snapper/kingfish jigs (courtesy of Maddison’s partner, Finn), and I’m being asked to go out to sea at night to use them.
On a serious note, though,…
