Early Morning Fishing

A few weeks ago I woke up round 5am and went fishing with my mate Anthony. Truth be told I didn't really care too much about the fishing part of the experience. Instead I was real interested in what culture of fishing in Dunedin's harbor is like, the men, the feeling of hot coffee from my thermos(I made a hot carob, ricemilk, coconut drink instead of coffee.. perhaps one would call it a "hippy hot cocoa") on a cold autumn morning, the silence and stillness within, or rather just beyond, the still asleep city, the birds, and the colors as the sun rises. So yes I experienced all of this and it certainly was worth waking early and fumbling in the cold to get all my layers on. I didn't last too long on the fishing side of things as after an hour or so I went to a cafe, did some errands, and smiled inside when the weather turned to custard and we had to go home early.


This man was retired and as it was fished a lot! He was there most mornings and didn't leave when the weather turned. This was his 31st salmon of the season. He said this one wasn't really that big- I thought it was!