Fishing

First real fishing expedition was at about 7 years old. We were visiting Grandfather in Northern Queensland. Anyway we enthusiastically get up about 3am and make our way out a few kms in the ocean in his little boat with me, old man, grandfather and a cousin. Wasn't much room with the 4 of us. Not much happens for an hour until just on sunrise my old man catches something. Its some kind of shark about 1m long, but to 7yo me it may as well have been 5m long and going to eat us. I'm sitting there thinking its ok they'll cut the line, but nope my old man has a 10 minute wrestle and brings it on board while me and cousin have gone to the other end of the boat (which was only a couple metres) gelatiting ourselves about not only the shark on board but what else was lurking under the water. 

They went out again a couple days later, I declined the offer and haven't been back since 

 A couple of nights later we went prawning with our next door neighbours, Ted and Nola. Caught about ten good sized prawns. But when it came to boiling them, everyone chickened out. So I stuck the bag of prawns in the freezer until they were comatose, then threw them in the saucepan to cook. 

 I reckon I also ate them all. Everyone else refused.