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Joe: “I was feeding some butcher birds over the back fence and this bloody hawk kept pinching the meat, so I thought ‘bugger this’. I went and got my fishing rod and set up a piece of meat on the end. I let the hawk run it out in its claws and then it was on. It nearly spooled me on my first #$%ing rod. So I put me big boat rod on. He must of run me out for about 200 metres. What? It’s the only fishing we can do around here.” Joe's Wife (Pete): The hawk took off around the Telecom tower. The guys weren’t looking. The rod bent over: went tap, tap, tap. I said ‘quick, quick, you’ve got a bite.’ Then, the line got caught up around the tower. Then they had a snag!” Bob: “He must have had nine cracks at it. The hawk won every time. After that he brought out the boat rod. He must have taken 300 metres of line. Over the power lines. Toward the shop. Then, the hawk let go. So, Joe started winding it in. Dave and Sandy peering through the roadhouse window, started seeing the meat creeping back over the power line. Didn’t know what the hell was going on. The hawk thought this was the easiest feed it’d ever had. So, he went and got one of his mates and brought him back. Just made Joe more determined. Became sport then.”