Decay wrote:Yeh right! Now have a look at "The Big Catch"
I had to take pity on you, and get a shot of at least one crappy fish in my photo reel, otherwise yours would feel lonely.
Day two dawned, with a ripper of a sunrise. I'd show you the picture over the ocean, but DK conspired to be having a pee right in the middle of the shot, so here's a view over the river to the rear of the campsite instead.
The dingos wandered in today, checking out the campsite up the beach from us that had recently been vacated - I suspect they may have managed a couple of scraps, but unfortunately, once dingo's know there might be food in the area, they tend to stick around; so we did a re-check of our gear to make sure that there was nothing that they could break into, before we headed off fishing today.
South was the call, and we wandered a few kilometers down the beach, where DK managed a couple of ripper golden trevally, and I picked up one or two myself. Don't tell him, but I suspect his best might have pipped mine by at least a few centimeters. The man can fish.. if anyone repeats this, I'll deny it though.
Derek caught mackeral after mackeral, and kept one for dinner. I caught a couple myself, then hooked up to something very interesting. It was on the rod with the 8 pound line on it (pfluger salt + daiwa something or other rod.. redback, I think), so it made for a very interesting fight. This was the same rod with the broken mount point for the reel, but the cable ties were doing their job well.
Unfortunately, all thoughts of a potential warranty claim went out the window when I made the rookie mistake of sticking the rod in the holder for a moment while I reeled in my other line. Rod bent over the outriggers, and snap.... there she goes.
Bugger. And perfect timing, here comes DK with the video camera. Can't even hide the rod, since it has a whopping bloody big fish on the end of it, still tugging away, and peeling line. I suspected a tuna, but I eventually worked out it was a shark.
A big shark.
A 1.8m black tip reef shark.
While DK was filming, I pulled out all the stops to try and bring him to the surface. The shark wasn't very happy when the top half of my rod went down the line, and poked him in the eye, but he calmed down after a moment or two, and I was able to bring him up for a good splash show on the top of the water.
It's at that point, I decided to give up the ghost, and just try and break my line off, lure and all - which didn't take very long with the increased pressure.
So, with a couple of mackeral for dinner, and 4 or 5 trev's boated and released, we headed back to base for the evening, with only a small leaping queenie to disturb the trip back (got off).
Back to base again, to chase the dingos away, and to cook up mackeral, with chocolate fudge cookies for desert.