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In the sleepy coastal town of Coffin Bay, Johnno was a legend. Every morning, rain, hail or shine he’d set off in his rusted old tinny with a cracked smile and a rod in hand. He only had eyes for one type of fish, and that was the famed King George Whiting. The locals were in awe of his fishing skills, as he never came back without a feed. Johnno was forever the optimist and never complained about anything, except “those stupid plastic fish measure thingamajigs” So this is for you Johnno!
In the sleepy coastal town of Coffin Bay, Johnno was a legend. Every morning, rain, hail or shine he’d set off in his rusted old tinny with a cracked smile and a rod in hand. He only had eyes for one type of fish, and that was the famed King George Whiting. The locals were in awe of his fishing skills, as he never came back without a feed. Johnno was forever the optimist and never complained about anything, except “those stupid plastic fish measure thingamajigs” So this is for you Johnno!
In the sleepy coastal town of Coffin Bay, Johnno was a legend. Every morning, rain, hail or shine he’d set off in his rusted old tinny with a cracked smile and a rod in hand. He only had eyes for one type of fish, and that was the famed King George Whiting. The locals were in awe of his fishing skills, as he never came back without a feed. Johnno was forever the optimist and never complained about anything, except “those stupid plastic fish measure thingamajigs” So this is for you Johnno!