As we sketched the snapper, I told Rossy about a time when my dad joined Baddy fishing......
They were 7km off yamba and there were 4 lines in the water. Baddy is focussed like a buddhist monk and conversation ended when they pulled up over the reef 3 hours earlier. Baddy has been whistling his two tone trademark whistle non stop the whole time. My dad finally gets fed up with the silence broken only by Baddy's 'two tone serenade' and asks cheekily "What's the lyrics to that song you are whistling?"
Baddy's just turned to him with a serious expression and said "Sna - pper... Sna - pper... Sna -pper"
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