"There's definitely a connection between you and the fish"

Now that's just awe-inspiring...

Now there's a different way to bait!

Whoa now that puts a whole new twist to fly fishing eh...gulp! Are those Auzzies are fun loving or what?
Playing with the sharks for a pass time. Little concerned for bait guy though, might want to hone up on his surfing skills, a bit.

Funny regionalism eh? The "stubby" holder? I have a "Canadian" stubby beer in my fridge that I bought in Quebec ten years ago - I still want to keep that unopened bottle-type of my youth.

That looks like terrifying fun (is there any other kind?). Anyone else think the Pommies muxed up when they sent the convicts to the parrot-filled paradise and kept the deserving types in grey stoned drizzly future Britanistan?

Gives a whole new meaning to "catch and release". To me it seems akin to our Justice Industry. Let the shark go today; he may bite your neighbor tomorrow.

I love the don't-try-this-at-home warning on the last screen!

"There's definitely a connection between you and the fish"
And, well, your pickup truck.

That's not a pickup truck, that's a ute mate.

"I have a "Canadian" stubby beer in my fridge that I bought in Quebec ten years ago"

Eric, if you're in Ontario, the Scotch-Irish Brewing Company (actually Heritage Brewing) puts its beers in stubbies - Sgt Majors IPA, John By Imperial Stout, Corporal Punishment, etc. And they're available at most LCBO's.

That was very cool. If that was me I think the next project might be dreaming up some kind of bait cannon, though I think these guys look forward to taking the bait out on their surf boards. Crazy nuts.

A Story:

When I was a kid, my Dad took me, my brother and my sister to his home to meet my grandparents and to see where we came from - Inisheer - the Aran Islands - the west coast of Ireland.

Our dogs had caught some rabbits, killed them, and deposited them at the front door. We cooked them up and gave some back to the dogs. We then used part of them to get mackerel off of a pier and then we cut up the mackerel to use as bait for mackerel fishing.

We left the strand, my uncle Padraig, my father Colman, and my self rowing, my sister, my brother, and two cousins sat in the back. This was a Currach. We had about 600 pounds of sand ballast in the bottom of it that we had dug from the strand and stuck in canvas bags.

We got to a nice spot without too many waves and started trolling for mackerel. We had caught about 50 or so when a weird thing happened.

A huge shark came up beside our boat. It must have smelled the blood of the mackerel. The kids along the strand could see this shark and they got out of the water in a hurry. Our boat was about 20 foot. The shark had to be about 16 feet. It probably liked the feel of the boat as it rubbed up against it - because the boat was black tarred canvas. My sister and I sort of started screaming when my dad grabbed the sharks fin - we freaked out because we had seen the movie Jaws. My uncle Padraig and my dad Colman were not at all afraid of the shark and decided to kill it. They had these 2 big knives on long poles and they were going to stab it to death and then rope it to the currach.

The shark, somehow, knew that it was in trouble and started to swim away. My uncle and my dad went after it - and I refused to row. I thought they were being reckless even though I knew that they had caught and killed everything there is in the North Atlantic. We stopped chasing the shark when it basically dived in open water. We then headed for shore.

My Dad and Uncle told me later that parts of a shark were edible and that you could ground up a shark with sand and seaweed and turn it into fertilzer - similar to a lobster.

I've never been close to a shark since.

Thanks Mississauga Matt - I can now drink mine in good conscience!

Awesome, I'm going to have to get a fighting chair now for my jeep.

For a moment there I thought these guys were in a contest for the Darwin Awards.

Imagine if the shark towed the truck into the water!
THAT would pucker your arse cheeks mate!!

When I saw the guy on the surfboard baiting the sharks all I could think was he must have Gonads the size of church bells and is lucky he didn't sink.

Not all Australians are mad enough to wrestle with Great Whites... we've got crocidiles & snakes too ;)

I tried crocodile in Oz. Tasted like chicken.

I recall a situation in my misspent youth.
I devised a shark hunting procedure....chumming until a fin appeared then cast in a "Dupont wobbler on a line hooked to the pin. When you got a strike...pull....5 seconds later no more shark.
A coupla buddies were doing this when the shark grabbed the bait and dove beneath the boat. There was a mad scramble to row the boat ashore...it leaked badly and the prop shaft was jammed.
God looks after fools drunks and the USA.......