Lake Leake

OK, so most recently I have been at Lake Leake with my family. And I think that most of you would have good enough memories to know that a weekend at Lake Leake also means a weekend with the Morleys (Sam, James, and Ollie).

We went up on Thursday night; after I got home form band camp, got my hair cut, had a shower and struggled to find enough clothes to pack.

The morleys didn't come till Saturday morning and not much happened till they arrived. We went fishing (unsuccesfully), played games (I consistently beat Mum at Scrabble now!), read, rode our bikes, etc.

The lake was amazing! It was so full! The ground was like one big sponge, you trod on it and all this water seeped up through it! Our car got bogged and we had to get the neighbours 4-wheel-drive to pull it out. There was supposedly ment to be fish in the now-overflowing lake, but we didn't see any evidence to conferm this untill later.

Just to show you the difference between the lake now and the lake before, here is a picture from last time we were there, back in May.


See the dirt? See the parched land? Now look at this...




Water! Look how high it is! It was flooding over the damn and raging down the river. It has pulled half our boat ramp away and we don't know where it is now. And yes, Rachel is holding a fish. And yes, she did catch it. And yes, I thought that was impossible aswell.

She caught that one on Saturday afternoon, when she went out fishing with James and Dad.

And she caught this one off the shore on Sunday morning.



I went fishing in the boat on Firday morning, on Saturday morning and again on Sunday morning, and I didn't catch a sigle fish! Not one! But I did manage to catch a tree, lose two of dad's lures, and fall overboard. Rachel didn't do any of that!

Ok, so right now you are probably thinking something along the lines of, 'I knew she was an unco, but I didn't know it was possible to be that unco'. This is how it happened. We were fishing right over the back of the lake, as far as you can get from the shacks. There are lots of tree stumps in the lake where we were and I did too big a cast. Which means my lure, with three hooks on the end, got caught up the top of one of the trees.

James reckons that was the most unco bit, but I'm not sure. I think that falling out of the boat might possibly beat it.

The lure that was at the top of the tree happened to be one of Dad's favourites. So, enevitably, he wanted it back, from the top of a tree round the back of the lake.

BTW; it was really windy, which makes getting a lure out of the top of a tree at the back of the lake that much harder.

This is how it worked

• James and I had to hold onto the tree - really hard - so that the boat didn't drift away
• James was sitting on the floor of the boat and I was leaning out over the side
• Dad was trying to get the lure back using ropes
• Dad was standing up, and I was standing up
• It was windy.

Dad slipped. The baot rocked sideways. James fell backwards. I fell forwards. No one quiet knew what hapened. I was wet and cold. James was just sitting back up. Dad had started laughing.

And the award for the unco of the year goes to...Hannah Dilger! For getting her lure caught in the top of a tree and then falling out of the boat.

James says it was the best fishing trip he's ever been on. He caught a fish and he got to see me get soaked. He's never gonna let me forget it, but luckily no-one filmed it.

I was the only one on that fishing trip who didn't catch a fish. Both James and Dad did. All I managed to catch was a cold.