- I'm going to catch a fish in my net. A big one. Not a mummy one, a papa one. And not a baby. A papa. And then we're going to take him home, and then we're going to cook him, and then we're going to eat him for dinner.And then two seconds after I took the photo, he fell over in the mud. That was the end of fishing.
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We had the same experience in Port Macquarie. Fynn decided to follow the fishing line when it was cast! Next thing we knew he was waist deep in water grabbing onto the line!
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