Without doubt, I brought along my fishing gears to try my luck. As I was unfamiliar with the terrain around the island, 90% of the time after I cast out my sinker, I would not get to see it again. Now I understand why the other group of fishos were all luring instead of targeting bottom feeders.
Fed up of tying knots after knots, I decided to just drop my line at the jetty. I suppose that would be a safe bet of not getting my line snagged again. There were plenty of nibbles at the jetty but nothing landed. The size of my hooks that I used for my rigs were getting smaller and smaller as the day went by, until I was using the smallest hook that I brought for this trip. And finally I was rewarded with this - a baby wrasse I think.
It was not spectacular but at least I know what was feeding on my bait. Anyway this was all for the day. Next time I think I should be more sincere when praying at the temple on the island.
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