From childhood summer holiday memories – the very best breakfasts of all were fresh flathead, caught just a couple of hours before, served with buttered toast, plenty of lemon, salt and pepper.
What went with that was the great relief that my father and I had braved and survived the sandy bottomed waters around the rocky headlands towards which we constantly drifted as he always said “… yes…OK… just another minute…” before pulling up anchor at the last possible moment and firing up the motor to move out to safety. We got some great fish though!
From Tas government files, the fisheries officers probably won’t mind me taking these photos of flathead and using them without their permission. Fair enough usage in a critique !