It is the tale of the fish and the swim.
Day started nice and calm, Artie tells me there is a storm warning on BOM.
Looking around I'm wondering which chemist prescribes to meteorologists.
Finally after an hour of chatting and sizing up each others gear, and Artie bragging about his 71cm long we're rigged up and away we go.
Only to watch Wayne capsize a Hobie before it is even launched.
Anyway the paddle out was uneventful, rather calm and relaxing. Calm water, sunny skies, little to no breeze. Who chickened out on this day?!
Approaching the island.
What a beautiful day! Calm and warm, Artie even did an impromptu striptease on the water.
Forgot to take photo's as we rounded the island. But this will make up for it... The money shot.
Caught on a 7" Jerk Shad Nuc Chicken. It was the only fish for the day. About 16M of water on the seaward side of the island. The depth is a pure guess as by this time the swell had picked up to about 3M between the peak and trough.
Using one of Artie's octopus lure's in an anchor weight it got several hits but no runs on the line. I think the fish were concussed running in to it.
Wayne paddling across.
Some shots of waves breaking on the island, some were breaking as high is the island peak.
Anyway, the fun for me started on the landing.
The wind had picked up to a good 15 kts and the swell had picked up too. The tide had changed, so the waves and current where we launched was a little different.
I sat for a good 15 mins to watch the sets come in, and thought I had them timed perfectly.
Which obviously I hadn't!
I started paddling madly in to the shore, got around the rocks and almost to the beach and boat ramp.
I turned side on to the waves for the last 25M of paddling thinking I was home free.
I look over my left shoulder to see a big green wall coming toward me. Oh yes the luck wasn't with me as the wave which was well over my head decided to crash directly on top of me.
I went over, the kayak flipped, and the set that i thought I beat, started to beat me up.
I lost my hat and sunglasses, lip grip and a chopping board in the first wave. The lid on the esky came off and I happened to catch the snapper as it tried to make an escape back in to the sea.
Decided to swim over to the rocks with the kayak and walk the kayak the last 15 meters that was left. Undertow was quite strong still and wasn't risking another dumping.