Gone fishing

Friday after the wedding everyone was a tad exhausted. James and I had decided we would head north to the bay of islands and try to catch some snapper for the bbq on saturday.  Locwoods family are coming to the beach house on saturday. Its a kiwi bbq and as such everyone brings something to the feast. We though fresh snapper would be good.
Its a 3 hour frive north to the bay but its one of the best fishing grounds.
We were booked on a snapper boat at 1330 and arrived just in time as the roads were shocking. Apart from the main motorway around Auckland they are all A roads and as in the UK they do the roadworks at the busiest times. As it turns out the boat was 15 minutes late arriving at the quay
So it wasn't a problem. The boat takes a maximum of eight people and there were seven of us on it. A very loud American from colorado who was constantly reminding us all of his name. It was something like Quinoa but I cant remember it.  Four kiwi and us. He was even more annoying because he caught the most fish. Both James and I kept looking at each other and it didn't take words to know that we were both thinking the same thing that we were hoping the shite would fall in. The rest of us were blanking and the Kiwi's started kicking off. The sea was too rough, too smooth, the tide was wrong, it was too sunny, too cloudy. Eventually they all agreed that it was definitely the skippers fault that we there were no fish. It was bubbling towards mutiny when James eventually broke the deadlock by catching a beautiful big snapper. Bigger than any of our colonial friends fish so far. We looked at other approvingly and knew without words it was UK one, America nil. The Kiwi's were about to turn their angling frustrations onto us when we all started to catch. We had hit the motherload and the snapper came in thick and fast. The Kiwi's now agreed with each other that it was a perfect day for fishing and the skipper was "good as".
6 hours later we pulled back into the quay and set off back to Leigh with our "chiller" stocked with snapper. We drove back knowing we had done good and provided the feast. We were the ultimate hunter gatherers and the girls would be stood outside "calling" us home as hero's.
As it turns out they had gone to the pub, but did bring us pizza.