TJS & RohuSlayer, since fresh air and fishing cure certain illness which help me and you all, then we should encourage more people to go fishing young and old alike regardless of race and creed, we are like a big family, so to all our MNF BROTHERS any SISTERS? letās us get our relatives and friends to go fishing!!
SISTERS thomas lee? What do you have in mind?
Saya mau bawak nenek saya dengan u pun saya mesti pikir 10 kali wo!
Aiyaah, bro JAM, I am not that bad as you think the chee koh pek kind, only joking to add in some laughter, otherwise it is so boring in life.
In fact, laughter, fresh air and fishing is the best to cure a lot of
ailments which the doctors cannot help sometimes. Do you know something, my customers consist of all kinds of people, young and old, not only men, but nenek,nenek also, they know how to choose their own tackles, get their own baits like cicak, kacuak and cacing of all things which will make some macho man and other dainty lass shriek with fright. The nenek can also joke like ācacing kecik atau cacing busar pun tak takut, kalau ada busar punya, saya telan dia pun bolehā.
So abang Jam, human is human, even nenek, nenek pun lapar juga, so you be careful, kalau ada nenek, nenek with you.. CHEERS!!!
Hehe,
Yeah!
Thatās why i like this song from Elvis Presley, āā¦We canāt go on together, with suspicious mindā¦ā
Iām just a form3 student and only have 7 years of fishing experience, so must beri tunjuk ajar!
Yaa lah TJS, Pun suka kita punya cerita, I should say ā WE CAN GO TOGETHER WITH THE SAME MIND, more appropriate for we fisho brothers!!
BTW, TJS, let us hear something from you to make us want to go fishing more.
Heheā¦
What you wanna hear from me? my story tarak syok punya ler!!!
Fishing is like a part of me, it will never lost until the end of my life. Even how tough is it, i will be fishing! No matter how! Fishing to me is just like a journey of life, from a kid that doesānt really cares about fishing and slowly learning it at a sloe process. Then started to get interest and continue it and gain more knowledge about fishing to perfection!!! Just like life, start crawling in baby age then go to school study and make friends. Grow up in a slow but at the the same time fast process! Teenager serching for a jod and lover to get married and have family then grandchild to the last breath we will one day eventually take!!! It is just like a tale, fill with joy and spiceā¦
Iām just a form3 student and only have 7 years of fishing experience, so must beri tunjuk ajar!
TJS, you have made the right choice, something safe and healthy, a hobby that can train you to be patient and think better after each trip
you mix with people older than you, you will be abe to judge what is right and what is wrong, to be the correct type of fisho to enhance the
fish population and not to destroy, you go for the thrill and not the
kill. WHAT you gonna be when you finish your study?? I am curious to knowā¦
Errrā¦
Another hard-to-say question!
The first thing you need to know is by that time iām free and also have a car already! And so the very first thing i will do is FISHING!!! And so on! And not to forget secondly iām going to be a meber of PeMM, even though i canāt help much! And if only i have some money!
For job aā¦ Then it is another matter liao! Maybe iām going to take over my dads company. Or maybe a fish biologist! Or maybe just a begger straying aroundā¦
Iām just a form3 student and only have 7 years of fishing experience, so must beri tunjuk ajar!
Aaagh! TJS, you just follow you instinct, those things that you like to do, your favourite hobby, choose a career that is connected to your liking, make it a specialised career, of course to follow tradition, you have to take over your dadās company, but there is nothing wrong to take up a specialised or graduated in fish biology at the same time taking care of your dadās company. Who knows, you may become a consultant on fish biology and can also incorporate into your dadās business. Think positively, to be a member of Pemm is good but on voluntary basis. Time is precious and time is money..Cheers!!
TJS,
Beggar doesnāt fish, angler doesnāt beg. They donāt come together.
Fishing is about hoping, believe and focusā¦not much difference in the way we live our life, preciously.
Cheers!
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Originally posted by ktang
TJS,Beggar doesnāt fish, angler doesnāt beg. They donāt come together.
Fishing is about hoping, believe and focusā¦not much difference in the way we live our life, preciously.
Cheers!
Hehe,
Yeah,
Never see any begger do fish though!!!
Iām just a form3 student and only have 7 years of fishing experience, so must beri tunjuk ajar!
TJS, beggars belong to the unfortunate class because they choose to beg and waste their meaningful lives in the most negative mental attitude.Laziness is the downfall of their miserable lives, regardless of young and old or men and women they know of no way out except to beg. Wonāt be surprised some professional beggars are richer than you and me, it is their profession, outwardly they appear very pitiful to capture the hearts of those stupid people who pity them and they think their names will be written in heaven for giving alms, only to find
some of them living more comfortably than they do. The beggars donāt have to fish like we fishos do, they fish for money and get free fish to eat. Come to think of it, I hate fishing, but cannot be a beggar!!
I just finished reading this again after the umpteenth time. It still lifts my spirit!
āWe (MFN forumers) are a few but together we are many. We are many among the millions of anglers yet to have their voices heardā - Majulah sukan memancing untuk negara
Yes Vince, we fishos cannot forget about fishing, but sometimes certain circumstances forced them to lay off fishing for a while to take care of family affairs which is paramount to any responsible person. I know of a family who fished together for many years, husband and wife all were great fishos, wherever they went they sure to bring their two sons along. The two boys are now in their teens also great fishos who learned the skill from their father. Then one the mother passed away, that was about seven months age. After the mourning period, father and the two sons were seen fishing together again. Fishing was in their blood, they could not forget about fishing. The trio was the talk of the town, because whenever they cast out their lines they bound to haul in fish after fish, whether it is sea fishing or pond fishing and they share their catch with those not so lucky anglers. They also helped fellow anglers to land their catch, very sporting anglers as we should describe them.
The father died of a sudden illness last week beyond the expectation of those fishos who know him, I saw him fit as a fiddle about two weeks ago when he came to my shop with his two sons. Now I had just lost one good customer, a good fisho friend who had fished till the last day of his life. His name is Ah Chan, now gone forever!!
Hi all,
Speaking about fishing when you only get to do it once (in a one month period) a year. This year was OK for me as i caught and release my fair share of fish while i was back holiday. but last year was a complete was out. only landed 3 fishes in a period of 2 months! considering that i comeback only once a year, thatās 3 fishes caught for the whole year [xx(]. mention the fish, they are, one toman (less than a kilogram caught casting from the bank of Bkt Merah), one small tarpon (caught at P.Betong, Penang), and one stipid puffer fish (caught on a husyjerk caught on the coast of Penang jelutong coastal highway) [xx(]. What a year [xx(].
Be happy, go fishing.
Be coservative, release all fishes.
guys,
i think the desire for fishing is caused by the one that got away..but anglers ego is fed by the one that got hooked..i think i can classify myself as big desire with small ego..coz after hours of casting i can only have a few haruans to show..no toman no sebarau hehehe..most of the time i couldnt even land a single fish..but it never stop me from fishing..instead iām the one who got hooked by this new hobby of mine heheheā¦(coz cannot tahan kene kutuk hehhee)
A Beginner Who Got Hooked By The First Catch!
Since weāre sharing stories you may be interested in mine?
As a youngster I would go to one of the local rivers near my home in the city, though this was situated in some parkland. Very pretty place.
My 2 friends and I would whack out our 15p floats, squirmy maggot firmly attached to a giant hook (in case we caught a big one) and weād sit there, dreaming of fish. Having caught a suitable number of fish in our dreams weād notice the ants, mosquitos, sun and time, pack our meagre equipment and stroll home with the swagger of successful fishermen.
Once in awhile a notably dumb fish would swim into our over-sized hooks and actually snag itself (ever pulled a fish out by its tail?) and amidst much joyous shouting to scare away any other fish (to keep the glory) the triumphant winner would wave a small shiny slimy fish in our face until there was little left of it.
Our record was 90 inches long (we added a zero, naturally) and this mighty beast retained the title until the time we discovered girls, cars, motorbikes etc.
Later in life my elder brother would invite me fishing and I dutifully tagged along, even having my own rod. Such outings were rare, perhaps twice a year. Once he took me āsea fishingā which was the same sort of thing but off Southend pier (a mile long out to sea). We had great fun with ābloodwormsā and other weird stuff and I recall he actually caught something, which was a bonus.
Over the years Iād developed an interest in air-rifle hunting of rabbit and pigeon, going shooting about twice a month. By no means toys my rifles cost around 1000 UK pounds, equipped with high quality scopes and extremely accurate. My favorite, though āunsophisticatedā compared to some, was a Theoben Sircocco, a beautiful sportster powered by an innovative gas-ram, nestled in highest quality hand-carved walnut. Match-quality trigger, sweet recoil, I could head-shot a pigeon at 50 yards and frequently did.
One day in the gun and fishing tackle shop I got talking to someone about fishing and he told me of a nearby lake. He aroused my curiosity though I doubted anything with a rod could compare to the careful stalk and succesful bagging of a woodland rabbit with a fine rifle. Believe it or not I actually took my rifle there wondering if I could find a good spot to shoot a fish..
Well the place was lovely and I enjoyed the peaceful nature and sure enough the water would sometimes swirl with something big below the surface. It occured to me a fishing rod would probably be more appropriate so I drove home and hunted around for my old rod. Oh what a sad little thing it was, a 6ft pike rod, the metal bits rusted, the Mickey-Mouse reel seized solid..
Well I went back to the shop and coughed up some cash for a pretty looking 9ft rod and a much more grown-up reel. More cash enabled some line, hooks, floats and other such stuff.
In full stalking camoflage gear I returned to the lake. I set myself up, assembling the rod, attaching the line, tying on the hook. Finally I was ready to go!
Ah. Bait.
Ermā¦
Happily someone else was fishing and he agreed to give me a handful of maggots. Having nowhere to put them there I was, beside the lake with a pocket full of squirmy things, every now and then prodding a more adventerous one back into the pocket.
Watching the pigeons in the trees I found myself wishing Iād bought my rifle but shooting was not allowed anyway in such a public place. Donāt you hate ārulesā?
An hour past, two hours, three hours..
I figured the maggot must be drowned by now and had a look. Whereād the maggot go? With renewed confidence I cast out again with a fresh maggot..
Over the next hour I caught 3 fish, each pretty small, around 4 to 6 inches perhaps. Mmmn. So I started reading up on the net and asking around - how do you catch big fish? Soon I learnt that the big ones were carp, and for them you needed to fish on the bottom, with a āledgerā and stuff and that āboilliesā were the best bait.
More money was spentā¦
Once again I returned to the lake, suitably equipped with this big lump of lead and a proper carp ārigā all set up. Cool..
So, like you do, I gave the rod a good hard cast andā¦ Ohmygod! The rig went whizzing off.. and off.. and off.. finally whacking into some trees the opposite side of the lake a good 100 yards away. My first such cast and I caught a big one, a big tree..
Feeling guilty at leaving a long length of line stretching across the lake I cut the line (no chance of getting it back) and headed off back to the shop. A week or two later and I was back by the lace, this time with 3 ārigsā and a new-found respect for how far the little blighters can go. A much more gentle cast and āplopā the thing vanished from site somewhere near the middle. Nice.
Problem - what to look at? With no float to peer at I found myself looking around, wondering what to do next. It was a warm sunny day so after awhile I laid back, the rod beside me and just enjoyed the peace. Nothing much happened so after an hour or so I tried again, replacing the bait with a fresh pellet and this time casting a little nearer, close to the shadow of some trees. Still no joy but I could feel that it was at least possible Iād catch one.
This occured a few times, Iād go, set up, wait for a few hours, sometimes trying a different spot. My experience with shooting had taught me patience, I can happily wait for hours on end. Then one day someone said āTry in the afternoon or evening, with some bread on the surfaceā. So I did and joy of joys, saw a huge fish rise up, take the bread and swim off. Sneaky little..
For 2 nights in a row I returned, casting around the same spot, the bread now very firmly wedged to the hook. Every now and then youād see a big swirl near the bread but no luck. On the third night I threw more bread into the water, fishing right up close to the bank, crouching down low. Hey, this was like stalking rabbits!
As the light breeze gently carried the lumps of bread towards the rushes it became hard to tell which one had the hook. There! A ripple!
Another ripple!
A swirl!
A lump of bread suddenly got sucked down. Cool! Then another.. KEWL! Soon all the bread was gone, except one. The one with the hook in it.
Well I learnt something - these big fish werenāt stupid. Nevertheless, they were biting so there was a chance, a real chance one would eat the hook. Carefully I reeled it back in, replacing it with a larger lump, broke up some more bread and gently started flicking it into the water. This time things were slower and most of the bread was drifitng among the reeds before they started biting. After 20 minutes I relaxed a bit, laid down the rod and rolled a cigarette.
Ho hum..
Waitedā¦
Waited some more..
Suddenly the rod whipped around and started heading for the lake! I grabbed it and struck, hard. Jeepers! The thing was strong, powering off across the lake, the reel whizzing like crazy. I had a 5lb line and seriously wondered if this thing would break it, for I was having to really pull at the rod to try and control this fish. I let it run around the lake, hoping to would get tired, reeling in whenever I got the chance, adjusting the reelās drag as tight as I dared considering the thin line.
At times I had been a little irritated by people walking by, asking ācaught anything yet?ā but now I was looking round frantically hoping for someone who knew what to do?! The park however seemed deserted.
Eventually, after almost 20 minutes it was getting closer and closer, until I could see it flashing and splashing around just a few yards away.
Ah. What do do now? For some reason it had not occured to me to get a net of any sort. Finally the exhausted fish was right in front of me and with a bit of a struggle I was able to reach into the water, grab it and lift it out. No landing mat either, so the poor fish was dumped onto the harsh gravel where I was sitting. It was a beautiful thing, huge and gleaming in the fading light, at least 2 1/2 foot long and thick, powerful body. With care and a lot of frustration I tried to remove the hook from the wiggling beast, with it flapping and jumping, beating itself against the sharp stones.
Itās mouth was a bloody mess by the time I finally retrieved the hook and line and its body battered by the stones. I held it in my arms for awhile, proud as all heck yet guilty at how much it had suffered. I fumbled for and managed to get my tiny digital camera, only for the thing to say āerrorā meaning the light was too low (no flash on this matchbox size toy camera).
With a last triumphant gesture of holding the fish up high, wishing my old friends were there to wave this huge fish in their face, I lowered it back into the water, hoping it wouldnāt go belly-up. It didnāt, just gave a wriggle and with a powerful surge vanished from view.
I sat there, a soaking wet cigarette in my mouth, my arms and trousers covered in slime, in the gathering darkness, alone by the lake, now at peace again.
Iāve been hooked ever since! Though now I take much better care of the fish..
[:)]
W.
one of the best writeups iāve ever came across. 5 thumbs up to u mateā¦!
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attee, wehhh!!!
sometimes, my colleauges call me a fisherman. but to be frank, i consider myself not as a fisherman but but a fishing man. when i go fishing, it does not necessarily end up with landing a fish. it is just a hobby that i enjoy in earnest, albeit not fanatically. iāll do it for enjoyment, relaxation and sometimes to fish for ideas for articles i am writing at regular basis for a local defence related magazine.
i donāt need to fish long, just half an hour to an hour will suit me fine. iāll be happy as long as the bait hits the water. if there is a nibble or two, that is fine. if the fish strikes and swim away with the line, thatās a big BONUS to me. and if i land a fish, thatās REZEKI that Allah rewarded me. if no fish (like at the U4), thatās fine. if i fish with friends, the sipirit of camaraderie is pricelessā¦
ā¦thatās i fishā¦
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āIf you tell what people want to hear, they will listen.ā