A short report as there wasn't much to write about fishing. Went out yesterday. Bad start. Just left the ramp and decided my phone wasn't in my pocket. Fear is a terrible thing. To be out there alone without it means a hell of a dressing down at home; so, dutifully I turned back to get it from the Jeep. Like many others; there's a steepish hill behind the ramp and I walked up to recheck in the Jeep. Needing a bit of a spell halfway up; I also ended up sitting on the boat trailer for ten minutes until I could breathe at least a little more normally.With no idea of the phone's whereabouts it looked like a short fishing trip. This is supposed to come across as a bit of a comedy; not a list of problems. Two guys launching saw me searching the boat and asked if they could help. When told; one offered his phone to ring the Boss; which I did. The phone was on the charger all night and was last seen on the dining table. It wasn't there either she told me. With the air a bit more cleared now, she said she would be at the ramp at 3.30 in case I needed a hand with the boat. I fished for a couple of hours and had not touched a fish. Panic was setting in; so I headed for an old favourite place way up the back of the system. It's a long skinny arm and using the electric; fished the whole damn arm and still never touched a fish. Almost at the end; only twenty or so metres from the end of the water I suddenly hit a few fish. Small; they were still better than I'd had to date. With the sanger lunch finished and a coffee in hand; there was nowhere else I'd want to be. It was complete solitude apart from some young black angus heifers enjoying the shade, the almost belly-deep green grass, while watching from under the casuarinas. I was four or five kilometres from the ramp and in glorious sunshine. This was a true example of living in heaven as we often describe this little village. Something rare happened. I came in early. Still having some difficulty breathing after walking the hill; I pulled the pin around 2.30. I now had several fish; enough to say it was a fairly good day even though I never touched a big fish and had released all I had. Seven minutes later I was yarning with some guys fishing near the ramp and not happily contemplating the climb up that long hill to the Jeep once more. Boss arrived; also early. She used her phone to ring mine. No sound in the Jeep. Try the boat: We heard it dialling. The bloody thing had been put in one of my bags of plastics by some unknown character; and it was in the boat all the time. I can only speculate on which of the numerous Tuross gnomes and gremlins might have put it there, but it's hard to be conclusive without solid evidence. Apart from spending a day struggling with the old breathing bits; it was beautiful out there. But sadly for you guys; there were no great fish to fill the pages. But who cares sometimes? Life is to enjoy. Noel.