I checked the water for signs of any bird activity and saw none - decided to down rig some squid and do a slow troll out to middle head. Caught a little pinky but was really having no joy while I milled around with the several tinnies fishing out in front of middle head.
As per the usual drill - was repeatedly almost run down by dumbo's in their stink boats who thought it reasonable to buzz right past me. One moron even decided to pull up along side me when I waved at him to slow down. I enquired if he was familiar the speed and distance limits in force in NSW. He called me a bunch of names that evidently are popular with the more elderly mentally handicapped bogans this year - but decided to take off posthaste as I snapped a picture of him fuming.
As the morning moved on - I started getting tired of the washing machine that all the boat traffic was making out in front of middle head, so started slowly to head back to balmoral. As I pedalled, I was flicking a small raider slice, hoping to entice something nice.
My persistence was paid off when I scored a nice bonito with one of my casts. I was on 6 lb. braid and 8 lb leader so I could make quicker work of it than my monster loss of a few weeks ago. As I got the fish close to the yak a motor boat came close, but luckily slowed down. It turned out it was a father and young son who had been fishing all day but had had no luck - the 4 year old wanted to see me boat the fish. TOO MUCH PRESSURE!
Anyway - I was able to get it in without too much trouble and the kid was thrilled and I decided to get a better attitude about people in boats.
Still no interest from anything below the surface, and that was it in terms of action today - I headed in to meet the wife and kid for some lunch.
Mr. Bonito has now been filleted, and will now be transformed into some delicious Poke for an appetiser tonight.
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