A very young version of me in 1978 with a trout caught in the lower Waipara River near Amberley, North Canterbury.
This was the first day of our Christmas camping summer holiday and after two trips to take all our camping gear and get tent up and bedding in, I decided to head off down the river (about 150m) for a fish. My Mum said to take a bucket to get a bucket of water, so I headed down to the river, and caught this fish on the third cast, filled the bucket with water and headed back to camp. "I am back" I announced, to which mum said "What did you forget?"
"Nothing, I have a fish already".
"Rubbish - you can't have even got to the river".
I then produced this fish and all hell broke lose between Mum and her friends. "He's got a fish! He's got a fish!"
That was breakfast for about six people the following morning, and by Christmas Eve I was told not to bring any more fish. I had already released 80-90% of those I had caught.
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