Couta101 (Douglas) and family and I hit the beach at 11am on Thursday. Both of us were a bit apprehensive not having towed such heavy trailers on the beach before. It really couldn’t have been easier and we soon reached the top end of the camping zone. After scoping numerous sites we settled on an area right at the northern end and set up camp. Douglas and his better half had a great time battling the wind setting up their mobile palace. The Indiedog-house went up relatively quickly but the new porta-loo and tent was a learning exercise! The horse flies moved in shortly after to add another dimension to proceedings.

- The camp is set up.
Thursday was written off with setting up and the howling wind and then we quickly got into relaxation mode. The pups (kids) explored the sand dunes, picked flowers, and did what they wanted. We sat around and talked to Antsrealm (Tony), Ange (Ange), and Buck (Brad). So there was no fishing but life was pretty good.

- Young Indie pups.

- The girls explore with the site marker in the background.
Later after the tide dropped Tony, Ange and I and the fam' took a drive up to the point and across the Leisha Track where the white foamy water was replaced with calm blue seas. What a difference. The big hills provided some shelter but we could see that not too far offshore the water was being whipped up with some serious chop. That night was pretty quiet with everyone in bed by around 9.30ish. Special mention for Buck who had driven up from Tamworth no less to join in the activities. There was some late movement with Chelsea1 and his mate Reg turning up late and trying to spotlight me in their headlights while I was trying to have a pee.
Friday morning was a pretty cruisey affair due to the wind which seemed to get stronger overnight, not to mention the rain that hammered in at 4:00am. After brekkie Tony, Ange, and Brad headed up to the point and we followed an hour or two later. I got the yak off the car and launched to find I hadn’t connected the battery and left the gps in the van.... 25knots of wind (as shown on Seabreeze) made for a pretty ordinary session and I only ventured several hundred metres offshore before having enough. No fish in my short session but Tony in his TI managed a small shark as a keeper. Kayakone and Grinner had turned up in the meantime and Grinner soon left for his first on the water outing. On my way in I had opened the spool on my overhead to leave the pillie rig a hundred or so metres out. Soon after I had a big run and had the biggest Grinner ever taking drag off a reel. With nothing for it I tightened the drag and soon after the line parted. I lost around 150m of line with that effort! Grinner then turned around and came back to shore having forgotten something, so had I remained calm I could easily say I may have landed a 70 plus kilo Grinner, easily a record. At least I got my pille rig back......
Back at camp and others were turning up in droves. I met many from the forum I hadn’t met before. Lazybugger provided some exercise with the old “push the car through the sand dune” trick. The big trailer on the back wasn’t doing anyone any favours. We discussed moving the big paddle site marker up to the end of the camp site where access was easier but it was decided to leave it where it was for the entertainment value the soft entry sand provided. The fire was started and we enjoyed the warmth of it and of the company present. The persistent wind and the early high tide meant that an early start wasn’t on the agenda. Again I wasn’t late to bed.

- Mrs Indie and pups.
Saturday morning had me thinking that this trip could turn out to be a total blow out. Many brave souls headed up to the point after breakfast to see what could be done. I and the family headed up a bit later to check out what the options were. We were there for a few hours when at midday the wind just dropped right off. Unfortunately for me the better half and the kids had had enough of waiting around and so I drove them back to the camp site. After a bit of lunch I drove back up and got the yak into the water. One of the boys landed with a very good fish and I was then in a hurry to get out. My lack of recent trips was showing and while this time I had connected the battery, I failed to fill the transducer housing with water....... So no sounder reading. I worked the area around the headland and to the west as once you got clear of the headland the strong south-easter hit you in the face. Unfortunately once you got much west of the headland the same happened again. A couple of hours of bouncing around on the swell and chop and I headed for shore. Tony had managed a spotty so there were definitely fish around.

- Tony's spotty

- Gathering in hope
Back at camp and everyone was definitely in relaxation mode. The few good fish that were caught had everyone excited and hopeful that the wind would finally drop as predicted. Some fantastic food was prepared by some of the crew and shared around. Hopefully those who caught the fish will tell their stories as I don’t wish to spoil it for them. One or two other stragglers that we hadn’t seen finally turned up letting us know that they were camped well down the beach due to arriving late and not wishing to set up in the middle of everyone. Bah! Should’ve jumped right in!
The fire was well attended and it was again interesting to hear what goes on in other people’s working lives.

- Saturday night's fire
Sunday and most of us packed up camp before heading north again. The wind certainly hadn’t listened to the forecast and instead of dropping by 3 knots had increased by about 5. Couta101 and I were the last on the water and we headed north and east clear of the headland. The stiff wind and the big swells coming around the headland meant I didn’t venture too far and was conscious of the family back on the shore. I was trolling a HB and one of my pillie rigs. On my last westward troll the reel starts screaming and I am saved from a very large donut. A few runs later and a 75cm spotty comes yakside and in the hatch. The wind in the meantime has blown me 250m at least back offshore so time to put the head down again.
About halfway in and the pillie rig goes off again. The weight on the rod wasn’t heavy and I wind like crazy on the Abu 7000 which is pretty lowly geared. The fish is down deep and now under the yak and then realizes it’s hooked. It bolts under the yak and with virtually no line out there is little stretch in the system and bang, it’s all over. I wasn’t sure if it was the shock of the run or if the line connected with the trailing shark shield or what. Whatever it was smoked me big time. Bugger. Head down again and I slog it back to shore, again losing a couple of hundred metres when packing up.

- My only catch!
That was it for the adventure, except for taking half of the beach home with us. Great to meet everyone and we had a great time in spite of the wind. Thanks to Lazy for helping out with the organization and to all who came making it a great trip. Hopefully we'll do it all again soon.