Gone fishing

      

Dropped off at a Island with a small Hut called Bandit's for the weekend. On a mission some may say impossible.

 Have plenty of supplies including some prime beef rib eye defrosting on the deck next to the door.

Late afternoon about the only spot on the island that had open water from the rocks ideal to throw a line in.
It happened to be at the extreme opposite end from our camp site about a 15 minute hike across the terrain.

One line out.

Have a bit of structure sorted with a other line out and a cold beer.  Life is good if i
 catch a fish that will be a bonus.

 Taking in the surroundings being patient. No rush have all the time in the world.

 Surprise, surprise yes that is a fish.

On the way back to camp one side the sun is setting.

 And the other the moon is up and about.

Back at the fishing hole the next day, trying to get a feed, the weather had turned it would have been warmer in the water with the water being minus 2.

 Just ask these pair, managed a double hook up, could see them shivering unhooked them gave a kiss and sent them back before they froze.

Next morning off to Vestfold Hills for some SAR training.

 Being dropped off.

And then heading home. Great weekend the steak ate up well be glad to get back to base to rest up for what ever is next.