From time to time when the sky was calm and blue, we would go to Lake Rotoroa for a fish or a lazy hunt. One particular day, we were spinning at the river mouth hoping that a lazy trout would take the lure. But all we caught was a log which was now in possession of our lures. The sunshine warm but dim, covered my skin like ants on an anthill. The water felt warm so I decided to put on my mask and snorkel and have a search for the lures.
As I plunged into the bitterly cold water, the shock hit my body like a freight train versus a cattle beast.
I swam over, under, and around the log in a mere 30 seconds because of the giant eels that lurk in the lake. Clambering out as fast as I hurled myself in I stumbled up the river rocks.
I didn't gain anything from this expedition except for a pair of wet dacks and a excuse not to swim in the lake again!