Andchovy

 2024: Attempted to use himself as live bait; caught nothing but a severe case of nipple-chafing.
 2025: Successfully identified a fish, but it was on a menu at the pub. Disqualified for crying.

Mid-strength lager served in a dirty boot.

Andchovy is a man of rare talent, mostly because it’s rare to find anyone so consistently useless with a rod and reel. Much like the tinned fish he is named after, he is small, pungent, and usually only tolerated when everyone is completely hammered at 2 AM.

His performance in the 2024 Classic was nothing short of tragic. While other competitors were landing Flathead, Andchovy managed to hook a discarded thong and spent three hours trying to weigh it in. His dedication to the "sport" is only matched by his dedication to avoiding any form of manual labor or sun protection.

Legend has it that Andchovy once spent a month in the mangroves of the Manning River, attempting to "become one with the mud." He emerged three weeks later with a profound understanding of crustacean psychology and a parasitic worm named Trevor. He claims this experience has given him an "edge," though most observers agree it’s just caused a permanent facial twitch.

He was ranked 84th last year. We expect him to comfortably finish in the bottom tier once again, provided he doesn't accidentally drown in the bait bucket.

Tight lines, you oily little bastard.