The time when I caught my first ever fish was about three years ago on Petone Wharf around 11:00 AM.
It all started when my Dad, Mother and sister all went out to Petone so the girls could go shopping and have a look round the shops. But my Dad and I would go to Petone wharf and do some fishing with a hand-line we had got in Taupo a few weeks before. When we started fishing my dad and I actually started fishing from the beach which we found out was pretty much impossible because when we casted it out it went no where. After about 5 casts we decided this would be the last one and on that one my Dad casted out and I accidently let go of the handle and rest of the line so it went flying into the sea. And with no thought at all I rushed into the sea with my clothes on and everything and chased after the line. When I got back to my Dad I was dripping wet and getting cold so luckily we had a towel in the boot of the car to dry me off with. When we got to the wharf, my Dad baited the hook and threw it out into the sea. I would slowly bring the line in and throw it back out into the sea. After around ten times of doing this I saw my mother and sister coming down the wharf to let us know they were ready to go home. I asked Dad if I could put the line out one last time. So we did. As Dad and I were tidying up our gear the fishing line jolted. It suddenly jolted for a second time and then tightened up. I then slowly brought the line and on the hook to my surprise was a bright orange fish called a gurnard. I couldn't believe my luck!
As we were driving home we decided to pop into my grandparents house to show them the fish I had caught and to also give it to them to have for dinner. That evening Granny rang me how yummy the Gurnard was.
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