During a school holiday Dad thought we would like to go floundering,my brothers found the pitch forks and made some spears for the rest of us. these consisted of an old broom handle or pole, sharpened number eight  fence wire carefully attached to the pole or handle. For lights they found some old bean cans took the top off cut up some old sacks after rolling the strips of sacking in to a tight ball and soaked them in kerosene. Using the number eight wire again they made long handles. The next things required were sand shoes or something of that sort,because going bare foot would have been hazardous to one foot health. This particular night my young cousin threw a wobbly because she didn’t have any shoes and wanted mine, Dad saved the day by finding an old pair of my sisters sand shoes. When all was ready, after tea we headed off on the tractor,parking a little way from the mud flats we walked the rest of the way on foot.  Reaching the mud flats Dad organised us in to teams of sorts sending two or three off in different directions along the flats. I walked with my friend in the water towards the creek holding the light and our spears watching the bottom of the river for any movement. My friend stabbed her spear down into the water and just missed a flounder,we saw it flash away into deeper water.Crabs popped up as the light moved over the mud,an eel wriggled over the mud into the deeper water. We could hear the swish of the others wading in the water.My cousin who was walking with my older brother  gave a shriek  and toppled into the water where she floundered around trying to get to her feet, My friend and I helped her up,my older brother wrapped her in a sack to keep her warm. As we had caught enough flounder for breakfast we called it a night.