Well, today I stalked for over two hours and finally speared my first fish ever... A fat, juicy Butterfish, at least 40cm. A clean headshot, as in the books. Well, what didn't went like the books: I couldn't get the spear out of the fish (the flopper, gills, excitement, etc.) so I returned to the rocks to sit down and getting my ducks in a row.
Eventually I managed to get it off the spear and into my catchbag, a nylon-net bag attached to my weightbelt. As I was sitting in the surgepools, I tried to get back into the open sea and within 5 seconds the bag ripped off my belt. I turned around immediately, but the bloody fish was gone! I was looking around for 30min and it dawned on me that my first ever pricecatch is now in some octopuss's arms...
Arrrrrrh,:vangry it takes a bit to spoil my mood, but this did. So I went home and ordered some Pizza topped with Anchovies. Vengeance is mine!
(Never again a crappy catchbag and honk if you share a tear)
Eventually I managed to get it off the spear and into my catchbag, a nylon-net bag attached to my weightbelt. As I was sitting in the surgepools, I tried to get back into the open sea and within 5 seconds the bag ripped off my belt. I turned around immediately, but the bloody fish was gone! I was looking around for 30min and it dawned on me that my first ever pricecatch is now in some octopuss's arms...
Arrrrrrh,:vangry it takes a bit to spoil my mood, but this did. So I went home and ordered some Pizza topped with Anchovies. Vengeance is mine!
(Never again a crappy catchbag and honk if you share a tear)