Fishing Corangamite - Ocean Rock Shelf

Jump out of bed for breakfast, the time is 3 am Knock on Uncles window, have a quick cold feed with him Gather up the rods and gear, sinkers floats and line Looking up into the sky, cloudless and looks fine A day like any other day, a boy goes out to fish Uncle votes Corangamite, against the young blokes wish Get there and the South wind blows, the long walk is for nought Turn around and head back home, there will be no fish caught Many times it went that way, six miles of soft sand track If almost there the winds spring up, can only head on back Can't count the times it happened, we liked to persevere There is not much that you can do, pack up, get out of there Then there are those other times, when all is good to go Long hard walk was worth the while, when just a breath does blow Stand out on the rocky shelf, the bait cast to the south Then you must be patient, 'til it's taken in the mouth Then set the hook and hang on tight, while you play the fish They all fight in different ways, to keep out of the dish Snapper are the prize we seek, big bump on the nose But ocean Bream are valued too, that is the way it goes The rocky ledge points to the South, big currents come from there Bring in big fish that don't belong, because they live elsewhere Even catch a Kingy, when the bait fish come in range Or using cabbage for a bait, big Drummer for a change Now I get the map out, check where we used to fish Think of all the fun we had, and if I could make a wish I'd take a visit to those younger days, naturally quite sprite When a highlight of excitement, was to fish Corangamite Where is this spot of many fish, you have the right to ask In sight of many beaches, where the families may bask A place in Southern New South Wales, where even surfers play It is at St Georges Head, eastern point of old Wreck Bay