Brock Aitken from Room 31 wrote this beautifully descriptive piece about his Deep Cove camp.

Deep Cove Moment in Time

My rod is screaming for dear life, slowly sinking down to the bottom of the dark, blue, silky water. It hits the rocky, rough, spikey, dark colored evil bottom and sees a big barracuda rapidly plunging right at my bait. I feel it take a quick but hard bite on the bait, but its humongous, razor sharp teeth get caught right onto my hook. My arms clench. “He is a fighter”, I mutter under my breath as he swings me around like I was at Disneyland. I get him up on to land and he wiggles around endlessly like the leaves in the wind. I try to pick him up but his wet, slimy, skin wobbles and jiggles out of my dry, smooth hands. I yell for help to get him back into the water. Callum came jogging over and tried to get the hook out of his mouth, but he was fighting. When we got the hook out we threw him back into the water and he was safe and happy, and all we got left with was a messy, tangled line.