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Published September 22nd 2013
We got ourselves a whopper
The latest love is fishing! We've passed the internet threshold watching YouTube videos. We have admired every lure and tackle box at Kmart and purchased two rods and accessories.
It's desperate times. After spending countless hours by local dams, the frustration of not hooking a fish was too much. As a vegetarian this lack of fishing success was a relief to me. There was no way I wanted to touch or kill a living creature ... but my son convinced me he would do all the dirty work. The things we do for kids who are obsessed with a 'healthy Australian pastime'.
The next logical outing had to be a trout farm. My reassurance on the way that we are guaranteed a fish was creating more excitement than should be bottled in the back seat of the car.
As we got closer I started to worry: Do we have to put the bait on the hook ourselves? Do we have to take the hook out? Will there be blood? What if we don't catch one? What will it cost if we catch too many? I hadn't really thought through all the implications of this sport.
I never knew that fish were so picky. There were different rods and bait but these were selected for us and all our questions answered. With a bit of foresight we might not have chosen the easy fish dam.
I swear as soon as the line hit the water there was a tug on the rod. None of us could believe this could happen so fast. There was a bit of squealing involved and the kids told me to keep it down. I was worried it would escape between the line and net which was a reasonable assumption given our inexperience. The net and arms were flying around everywhere and we all managed to get a little wet. I hadn't anticipated the blood.
In the net... now what?
Not all of us were as thrilled with the arrival of a squirming fish on a hook but the line was thrown in again before I had time to catch my breathe and another hooked as easily! Dollar signs were racking up before my eyes. Despite this, in a mood clouded with success I decided I must have a salmon. I thought it'd be a bit crazy to spend more time getting to the farm than we spent fishing. The salmon were a bit more elusive so we could actually contemplate as I suppose real fishers do. In our rush to hook a whopper we had not taken the time out to enjoy the tranquil farm.
AHHH It moves
To cut a long story short the staff ended up taking us to a special dam with BIG salmon. The owner of Marysville Trout & Salmon Ponds was maybe a bit too helpful and got out his dam net succeeding in trapping several Atlantic salmon. A bargain at $24 kg!
We took advantage of the gutting and preparation/seasoning service. They even wrapped our fish in foil and gave us the BBQ kit (bucket and tools) to cook our fresh fish on their free BBQs. Unfortunately, we can't say the biggest one got away. We carted all the fish home for another day or six!
Check out their online specials. In the summer holidays entry is fee on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. If you say the secret word 'Kookaburra' you get 10% off the price of your fish. Too late I just read they have options for people who don't want to fish such as touch tanks. You can buy already caught fish or they will even fish for you.
There are many other fish farms in Victoria, for example: