6 am on the water and the wind was beginning to build

I headed for the pylons as Poppyd went for a deep wall, knowing he had time before the change was due . Within seconds of reaching my spot, the sounder came alive with signs of promise



Any way , second drift , nothing, third, WHACK, I knew immediately it was a better fish, but my excitment was premature as the line went soft, XXXXXX !!!! , pulled the hook ! By now poppyd had also realised my frantic arm waving meant turn your bloody radio on and get over here, so he joined the party. Numerous more drifts for nothing, and few bumps and missed strikes kept us entertained.
The bites began to slow as did the tide, so I discarded the lucky craft paddle tail rubber in favour of the 3 inch gulp shrimp, next drift this......
HELL YEAH, PB BREAM
Things slowed again with only a few more flathead landed after that bream so we made a call to move on. Now that the tide was coming in, the wind was working against us, and keeping contact with our lures was becoming increasingly difficult. We persisted and managed to find schools of choppa tailor but nothing bigger lurking underneath. The call was made to make our way to Bar Point for the next tide change, stoping to work a previuosly productive wall on the way. With the wind easing, Poppyd made a call it was the calm before the storm



Good day
Tight lines
Brent