a couple of months ago we had heaps of salmon around. One lunchtime I was at the edge about to paddle out and noticed a big school of salmon jumping out the back. They were pretty frantic which meant a few were getting chomped. Some sick pits were happening and no way i wanted to miss those, so I changed my aim point for paddling out to be at the back of the school, which would be well behind them once i got there. Once i got out a few of the lads were there and i didn't bother asking 'if' there were sharks there, just how many. No one could decide if it was 4 or 5, so we just left the official figure at 4 or 5 and then got our brains shacked out. Noah formula: Salmon = tastier than boogas (just dont look like a salmon).





