Gone Fishin'

So...you fancy yourself as a bit of a fisherman, eh? Well, I bet you don't catch a guaranteed couple of hundred fish every time you go fishing. These boys do, looks like fun, doesn't it?
Here's how it's done:
Step 1: Load up the truck with eskys, crates and ice;




Step 2: Pile the net into the rowboat, and slowly (whilst standing) row around the pond, dropping the net out the back of the boat as you go, looks tricky, doesn't it? :p



Step 3: Drag the net in, hopefully full of fish




Step 4: Go swimming :), no really, pulling the net up to stop it sinking down into the silt


Step 5: Scoop up a crate-load of fishies, hmmm, a nice slimy shower...


Step 6: Dunk 'em in some clove oil (& water) to knock 'em out



Step 7: Give the nephew the pleasant task of hauling them up the dam wall to the truck...Step 8: ...to put them in the esky and cover 'em up with ice


This little guy got caught in the net too, there are plenty of them around the place



One of the perks of living on a fish farm - you get to pat anything Daddy catches, even if you don't really want to...Step 9: Spend a couple of hours in a nice air-conditioned room, packing 'em into boxes


Step 10: Stack 'em up and take 'em down to the freezer


Feeding the Fish

Daddy's little helper

Feeding the fish with Daddy in the afternoons is one of the highlights of her day


Feeding frenzy - these silver perch certainly aren't very dignified diners



These fingerlings are just a couple of inches long, another two years of growing and they'll be just right :). There's another 10,000 fingerlings arriving this week, just 25mm long. How cute...well, not really...
So now you know what Mondays are like on our farm. I still don't get why L prefers winter to summer, air-conditioned rooms, swimming...doesn't make sense... :p