[m i a o w] the cat

M went on a boys own fishing adventure on Saturday and Sunday - accompanied by his two hardy man-friends PGR and Mr H. It must be mentioned that for at least a year, PGR has been the undeserving bearer of the Curse of the Yowie - rendering him completely unable to catch a fish, and it appears to get worse the harder he tries.

Thus, it was probably social suicide for M to catch a mega gummy shark…using PGR’s handline [gulp]. You have to wonder whether the friendship will remain intact. However, I applaud M for his manly hunter gatherer skills, since I now have a low B12 level and am supposed to be consuming flesh with rampaging abandon. I feel much better about noshing down on something M battled to pull from the sea, rather than some kind of unsustainably caught piece of piscine - like orange roughy or gemfish.

So our secondhand freezer now has steaks of this in it…ten dinners worth, in fact.