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When Dale Poink goes for a flick off the Williams Avenue Wharf in Betoota Grove, anything that takes the bait is a dead fish swimming.
Early this morning, our reporter observed the 41-year-old unhook a baby snapper the size of a DVD and throw it in a his bucket.
Odd, The Advocate thought, but he might’ve been keeping it for some sort of live bait – our reporter was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.
Two minutes later, a juvenile, undersize Murray Cod was pulled from the water mouth first and again without hesitation, Dale knocked it over the head and chucked it in the bucket.
Content with his haul thus far, the bag of shit finished the rest of his crisps and then proceeded to defecate into the empty chip packet – under the silk-like cover of dawn.
As the morning grew brighter, Dale pulled the pin and left the wharf with his bucket and rod, leaving the bag of his own shit on the wharf for somebody to find.
Mercifully, he’d received a ticket for parking in the disabled spot.
More to come.
