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with Captain Chaos
Bream Italian Style
4 plate-size bream.
700g ripe tomatoes, skinned and roughly
2 teaspoons of chopped garlic
1⁄2 cup of fresh chopped basil or oregano
100g de-stoned chopped black olives
40ml olive oil
fresh ground black pepper
To make the sauce, place all the
ingredients with 3⁄4 of the olive oil into a
saucepan and cook until the tomatoes
are cooked but still together (about 10
minutes). Make two cuts across each
side of the bream, brush with oil and grill
until just cooked. Serve on a large plate
with the sauce poured over the fish add
chopped parsley and lemon wedges.
Scarlet billows start to spread ...
Finally, in the North coast town where
I live, the streets are empty of kids
who for the last month and a half have
been using the streets as their personal
skate and bike park. I ’ll miss the high-
pitched screams and the fun of catching
them raiding my mango trees. Down on
the river the local sailing club has spent
the summer teaching a new mob of kids
to sail and to respect the sea by making
them aware that it can be unforgiving to
those who treat its power lightly.
When coming in to the river after
a morning’s fishing at sea, we had the
pleasure of the water police coming
alongside to check the boat. The two
officers were very polite and after we
pulled the tinnie out on to the trailer they
hung around chatting. It was an unusually
During January I had a call from one
of my mates, Mick, to join him and few
others to go shark fishing.
“How far out? The five mile or the
eight mile? ”
“No nothing like that,” he said. “ We’re
going to the rocks at the river mouth on
the incoming tide. There have been a lot of
sightings of large bull sharks around that
area. Someone mentioned they had seen
some about 30ks up the river ... just past
where everyone swims. They are quite at
home in fresh or salt water.”
“I ’ve been swimming there. I thought
the only thing to worry about were the
“One of the dairy farmers some years
ago saw a shark attack a calf. It was
swimming across the river with its mother.
The only thing that saved it was the cow.
She kicked the stuffing out of the shark
which gave up and swam away.”
We pulled the ute up at the wall and the
blokes started to unload the fishing gear.
I noticed a very large stainless steel hook
with a very thick steel leader attached.
“Hey Mick, what size are these sharks? ”
“ They range from around 2m to over
3m and weigh from around 80kgs to a
couple of hundred. I hope we get one in
I wondered, if we caught one, how we
would land it; let alone get it into the ute.
It was pitch black. I was stumbling around
tripping over lines and bait when I felt a
“ What in the hell is that? ” I asked Mick
who was pouring some evil smelling muck
he called burly into the water.
“ That’s the bait. It’s a large eel. Here,
give us a hand.”
Between us we got it in the water.
“I ’ll pay out enough line to let it sink to
the bottom. The rest I’ll put in this drum.
The noise of the line running out will alert
us. Don’t grab the line without gloves. OK!”
I thought he must be mad if he thought I
would even go near the line let alone grab it.
Much later after many cups of coffee
and catching a feed of bream on the other
lines, the moon came up so we could see
quite well, all of a sudden the drum started
to jump around.
“ Shark!” Mick yelled jumping up and
grabbing the line which was running out at
break neck speed. “Quick, Chaos, grab the
line with that bag and help me turn him.”
I jumped up and in my haste bumped
“HEELLLP!” Mick yelled as he hit the
water with a huge splash, disappearing
only to surface out in the middle of the river.
“I ’m going to kill you Chaos,” I could
hear him faintly gurgling. The rest was lost
as he went under again. Suddenly he was
surfing behind a large fin heading towards
us and the rocks. Just as Mick was going
to hit, the line went slack and the eel’s
head came to the surface about 20 metres
along from where Mick was clambering up
on the rocks. I made sure I was standing
well back from the edge when he emerged.
“Don’t worry! I’m not going to throw
you in. The bloody shark had only grabbed
the bait in its mouth so we couldn’t have
landed it. Interesting ride though!”
It was some hours later that we all sat
down to the bream I had cooked. h
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