On Monday Margaret, Wayne,dad, my mum and me went fishing in Wayne’s boat in the ocean near Mount Manganui and we saw lots of different creatures, like a granddaddy hapuku and a penguin. The penguins were bobbing up and down in the water and then they dived down to feed, but it was just at the time that our boat rocked heaps.
Margaret caught an octopus and as it came up to the surface of the sea it spat water at us and it spat the hook out. There were also mutton birds that steal your bait. One of them was sitting on the water and Wayne cast his line and it chased it down into the sea to get Wayne’s bait. I saw a kingfisher hovering over the water.
We caught six snappers but we only kept three because three of them were too small. The granddaddy hapuku was ugly. Everyone called it a rock cod. In the boat I sat on the bow. We did not eat any fish but Wayne and Margaret did. There was hardly any fish fillets.
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