With one swift movement, Jack smashed the net into the water. “I can’t believe it,” he yelled, hopping up and down in the rock pool. “I’ve got a fish. I’ve got a fish.” My six-year-old nephew had caught his first fish — and not a silly little bully but a 10-centimetre spotted guy that looked a lot like a puffer fish.
“Don’t touch it,” I yelled, leaping over rocks to get to him, “it could be poisonous.” After decanting it into a bucket, Jack called over his cousin to show it off and then, after peering at it and discussing it at length, they set it free to go back to its family. Jack will never forget this moment, I’m sure.
Jack and his dad on a recce.
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