After last weekend's double header straight into the biggest possible waves on what is decidedly not a surf beach, I stared at the 6" break for a few minutes looking for sets until it got embarassing. Paddling out at first light with no incident be they waves or lure-takers, I got to the spot and sent my fancy knot-proof paternoster rig down after some old berley cockles (too much frost on my crumby pilchards for them to sink at that point).
Within a minute or two I was onto some nice king george whiting, and from then on they came in a steady stream. At a few points I was interrupted in my efforts to move them into the esky by another bloody whiting on the line! They were loving the cuttly, and the little circle hooks on the rig were making it nice and easy hooking and dehooking the fish.
A few whiting into this run, I notice a few jerks on the snapper line so I put some pressure on it and found a 45cm rugger that took a few moments to notice it was being wound in. Thought I had a Pt Jackson shark for a sec until it got rowdy. Brilliant!
Not long after I saw a stout Hobie pedalling my way and I was joined by Olddood. His company and mojo was much appreciated; a few more whiting in and this happened:
A new personal best at 65cm, caught on tape, and with a double hookup to boot
There was a whiting or two afterwards, and the bite vanished a bit after 9 am. All up it came to 10 KGW and a nice pair of snapper.
I think I might've bagged on the whiting had I got the line back out quicker but all the same I was pretty stoked about the best session I've had since KI. Family dinner this week's going to be sensational
