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BCF’n fun—without the “B” After David’s Bocce ride, Derek and I went beach
camping and fishing. We like to go on the beach at Preston Beach and head back towards Mandurah
looking for a nice flat area to camp.
We were meeting some of our family and friends so the area needed to be quite large, enough for 3
vehicles. We found an excellent spot and we set to, setting up and getting organised.
It wasn’t too long before Derek put lines in the water and my rod was the first to catch a Herring. Woo
Hoo! It looked like after bocce, my luck was still in. So, then I continued fishing, casting out,
And no sooner had it hit the water, I had another hook up. This time a double header of Herring,
another Woo Hoo! So, off I go again, casting out, this time a little bit longer, and then, Bang!
Another bite, and I finally caught my first Flathead, and it was size, Woo Hoo! I am not complaining, I
was so excited.
Meanwhile Derek was onto them as well, Herring after Herring and then a blue manna crab. Finally our
family and friends arrived and I couldn’t wait to tell them what I had caught. So as soon as they had
set up and unpacked, they put their lines in the water. Not before long, they were catching fish too.
The day really ended well, with the evening spent with lots of laughs, good food and a few drinks. The
stars were so bright and then it was time to test the ladder up to bed. More laughter… trying to climb
up after a few drinks was a bit of a challenge, but I made it. (Gosh, I hope don’t have to get up to pee
in the middle of the night.)
Anyway, we had planned to do our own dawn service in the morning for ANZAC Day. So we all had the
candles from the newsagent, battery operated ones that we stuck in the sand and I bought our
Australian Flag (a small hand held one) which was perfect. On with the radio as the sun was rising and
we did our minute of silence with the beautiful sounds of the ocean and trumpet. Everyone then
rebaited up and put the lines out in the water. Yes, they were still on the bite. Derek was lucky enough
to catch a Tailor, then the little undersized ones came through, like, skippy, bream, trumpeter and even
a blowie.
We cooked our “gunfire” breakfast, and packed up. Leaving no trace of where we had been, travelled
back to Preston Beach car park to pump the tyres up and head home. I hate that part, getting home,
unpacking, washing (everything), shaking sand out of every crevice, and then a nice hot shower. I
think our rooftop camper adventure was successful so we can plan our “Bungle Bungle” trip later on.

From the editor: It just goes to
show you don’t need to travel
hundreds of kilometres to have
fun. If you can’t afford overseas
travel, do something local. Do
what you can, when you can,
while you can - Chris

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