Launched downstream and got a cod hook up withing sight of launch but dropped it.
Got another good hit a while later, but no hook up. Then another.
Went past some people camping and didnt fish out front of their camp.
100m downstream but still in sight of them I got a good hit.
Cast back to the same spot and boy did I hook up. Got it to the yak fairly quickly, couple of minutes and could see she was a metre long.
Then she woke up and took me 20 minutes to get her tired enough to get the lip grips on. The lip grips were in the box behind my seat so it took some contortionism to get them out.
Then somehow, I lifted her into the yak. A good 20+ kg of fish into my Finn - it's only 60 odd cm wide!
I paddled over to the 3 campers who were watching the whole fight, they took a photo then my camera went flat
I marked her length on the yak and later measured at 1m. I really wish I'd had a proper tape there to get an exact measure. Not bad on 10lb main, 14lb leader and a 2500 reel, 2-5kg rod.
I used the paddle lots to keep her over the sandy side rather than into the snags.
I nearly went home after that, but kept going.
After seeing several yellas follow the big oar-gee lure, I changed to a Binner Spait for the upstream voyage.
This resulted in an almost immediate landing of a yella.
Then a small, ~45cm cod.
Then I had a good hit on a snag. I recast and landed an ~45cm cod. Same spot, I missed two more hits then hooked up. It took me right into the snags. I tried to get it out, but ended up out of the yak, standing on the snag and removing the offending piece of timber. The fish was still on and went ~57cm, would have been a pb 3 hours ago.
I got one more small (~40cm) cod on the way back.
Wow, what a day!
And by the way, you were all invited and no one came.
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