Di Bawoh Rang Ikang Kering
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Saturday, September 25, 2004

Saturdays get me thinking of fishing.
The earliest time I can remember fishing was with my maternal grandmother who took me fishing for small fishes called daung mengaba I think in the mengabang where Aryani Resort is now.
Then my maternal grandaunt, Tok Selamoh took me on her perahu jalor ( dugout) to fish in the Merang River. I made the mistake of lying down and she told me that her boat was not the Queen Mary. She never took me fishing again.
I got the fishing bug when Bah (my dad) lost his gun. His double barreled shotgun had a crack in one of the barrels. Friends in the Police Armory wanted to fix that quietly for him but Bah decided that the right thing to do was to surrender the gun and apply for a new one. He consulted the OCPD (Officer in Charge of the Police Department) who assured him many times that he will get the permit to buy a new gun. The permit never came. Bah nearly went crazy but contained his frustrations by fishing. He occasionally took me with him and I was hooked.

I prefer to fish in the sea rather than in the river. I didn't have much luck in the river. Once, before Kenyir Lake existed, a few friends and I went up to Sungai Terengan by Land Rover. They told me the fish there will even jump at rocks thrown into the water.

The water was clear and we saw a few kelah (masheer). First we tried the spoons. Didn't work. Then we tried the lures. Didn't work either. Mat Jali, the most experienced fisherman of the lot suggested ulat kekek ( white thumb-sized grub found under rotting tree trunks or in the ground). That didn't work either. Then Mat Jali told us to look for buah temarih that grows along the river bank. Kelah are known to eat this. We found the fruit but the haughty fish still didn't bite. I asked Mat Jali to shoot the fish with his shot gun but he declined.

We had grilled baung (sort of catfish, mystus sp.) (see pic below) for lunch courtesy of a non-sporting friend who used jala (casting net) to vent his frustration.

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Another time, we stopped at every bridge on the road from Dungun to Kuala Terengganu, fished and didn't even get a buntal (puffer fish).

Fishing is a matter of rezeki. No rezeki, no fish.
My favourite story heard while waiting for the fish to bite was this:
A young man fishing alongside an older man didn't get any bite. The older man, meanwhile, was reeling them in. The young man asked for the old man's fishing secret.
Old Man: It's easy. Before I leave home, I see how my wife sleeps. If she sleeps on her right, I throw my line to the right. If she lies on the left, I throw my my hook to the left.
Young Man : What if she sleeps on her back?
Old Man: Then I don't go fishing.

Have a nice weekend.

| 12:05 AM :: ::
7 CommentsOldStyle:
  • it is a nice story.
    Yes true, fishing is a matter of Rezeki.
    When I was a young girl dad used to go fishing in the river and ha came back with lots of fish even we used to deliver to neighbours. when I read this blog I've remembered those days. it has been so long dad hasn't gone fishing .
    We should manage a picnic day with fish soon before winter comes . Thanks for reminding Mann :)

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 1:30 AM  
  • Pak Ku,
    I used to enjoy my fishing around Pulau Perhentian using 'tali rapai' with a few hooks.Just throw it into the sea and the fish will come and bite. One throw gets me 5 or more ikan selar kuning.We cut the fish and eat them raw with asam and kicap - a real Malaysian sushi I learn from my relatives at Pulau Perhentian Kecil.

    Referring to your last paragraph of your posting, I will follow the Old Man's advice;-)

    Have a good weekend.

    This morning, my wife took me fishing at Pasar Wirawati,Kg. Pandan

    By Blogger Berisman, at 12:34 PM  
  • I once experience deep sea fishing off Pulau Perhentian. Beautiful surroundings. Four fisherman followed us and they use this 'apollo' (string with hooks) to catch small fish. You just throw it in the sea, you get a few fish in split seconds & that got me very excited. I thot that's gonna be our lunch. Tengok2, they use it as bait for bigger fish. Later we caught a family of big fish. We candat sotong as well. What a BBQ we had.

    ps: you surely ended the journal with a punch.

    By Blogger Jane Johan, at 12:53 PM  
  • i learnt at least one thing from your fishing trips:
    If your dad asks you to put the fish in a container of water, make sure you use clean container, preferrably one that has not been used to keep kerosene. Coz the water will be oily and the fish will die.
    Once, in Tulsa, Taufik & I followed our friends to fish at the edge of one of the dams there (can't remember it's name). It was kinda weird experience coz I'm so used to you fishing in quiet, and we were eating peanuts and chit chatting away and teasing each other about the size of our fish. Can't remember how many I caught or if we ever caught any.

    By Blogger elisataufik, at 7:59 AM  
  • Hello everyone... my name is DaisyBoo and I have never, in my whole 23 years of life, been fishing. *hangs head in shame*

    By Blogger DaisyBoo Blacksheep, at 4:22 PM  
  • Tengok dari komeng2 tu, macang dok pahang je dia orang ni, motif of the story tu.

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 2:46 PM  
  • Hello fellow fisherman,

    Did you know that 16% of the U.S. population goes fishing at least 16 days a year?

    Did you also know that over 75% of the nations fishermen do not fish during "prime time"; fish feeding hours?

    Those precious few moments before twilight can be absolutely magical. Even up until 11pm at night, the largest predators of any species feed ravenously.

    Don't believe me? Check out Daniel Eggertsen's story, and a picture of a couple of his catches here : "Evening Secrets plus more"

    I want you to do me a favor and try it out so I can see what you think of it, and if it works for you as well as it did for me.

    You will be one of the first to try it out.

    Gone Fishin',


    By Blogger Quit Smoking, at 6:53 AM  
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