Point Of Cast : Punggol End ( off track)
On The Hook : Dead Prawns
Tide : 2.3m ( 08.52am)
Old Fisherman's Tale : This place probably has the biggest variety from Threadfin to Tambans.
(We wouldn't know.. 1st time here!)
Gone Fishing
We were so excited to know that we'll be going off to Punggol. Honestly for us, it will be our very 1st time there. Yup, an old colleague of momo has invited us to fish over the weekend although we're not weekend anglers, we try our best to kick off the notion that the fishing spot would be jammed packed. We agreed to meet up early at the designated spot as to enable us to "chop" a good spot among the busy weekend anglers.
"Taking a Minute to appreciate"
As soon as we got there, i was awed by the spectacular view that greeted us. Goodness!! amidst all the concrete jungle that surrounds us, there is still luscious greenery that is still somewhat tucked away undisturbed by mankind. We walk further in from the jetty and many more beautiful sights greeted us. We kept walking until we found our stipulated landmark.
( The Meeting Point)
Arrival
The agenda for the day was to hurriedly set up our stuff and cast off. Following a few cast, the day seems to be progressing kinda slowly. The fishes seems to be.. er mm.. sleeping. We were so tired of waiting that we fell asleep under the little shack that we parked ourselves under. As the day get a little later, Momo started to spot a moving group of "something". He couldn't tell what it was caused it kinda look like school of tambans but upon closer look, we were surprised that it was the school of "selangat". So delighted we quickly placed the tamban hook and start hooking the fish madly. Even more surprised is the commotions that we made when we bring up the fish, it was a medium palm size and looks appetizing-ly good.
(School Of Selangats)
We were having so much fun catch them as they came swarmed in big schools. Too much fun that we realised that the day was getting darker and cooler. Feeling a little disappointed, we decided to packed up and leave. Momo casted off for the last time in hopes of landing something, well anything. As we were busy packing and fooling round in the dark, we started to noticed Mo's line tugging. It started off gently and soon its getting more frequent. As usual he never turn on his drag. Even after countless encounters of snapping lines, he still never learned!. He started to reel in the line and while reeling in i could see the look of satisfaction in his face. Finally, something big enough to smile about he must be thinking. Weighing in at 2kg, a slippery "Gemang"
(With his day long awaited " Gemang")
Time to say goodbye
Yup, after bagging the gemang we had to bid goodnight and leave behind the comfiest shack we have ever been too. Its almost pitch dark and its only 9pm. I couldn't stay any longer as the mosquitoes making their rounds. This is definitely a spot worth coming back to.
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