The weather forecast predicted a great weekend of Yakfishing, ( light E and low swell), so it was a Friday night ritual to pack the yak, ready for an early morning start.
Up at 5.10am (bloody NSW time), scoffed the muesli and placed the frozen ginger drink in the twin stubbie holes on each side of the yak. (take note Occy, twice as much grog!! = more Berrocas tubes for those titbits of gear).
Now armed with a Yaktrailer, the 500m trip to the beach has become a breeze.
Untying in the pre dawn gloom and sliding onto the trolley, anticipation was beginning to build.
I looked over the dune and a dead flat ocean (at least in â€Å"Coward’s Corner) greeted me.
I mentally reminded myself to stay calm and always paddle in a relaxed manner to conserve energy for the ensuing fight (hopefully).
The garies bounded ahead of me in the early morning light, as I slide out the â€Å"Rockâ€
Up at 5.10am (bloody NSW time), scoffed the muesli and placed the frozen ginger drink in the twin stubbie holes on each side of the yak. (take note Occy, twice as much grog!! = more Berrocas tubes for those titbits of gear).
Now armed with a Yaktrailer, the 500m trip to the beach has become a breeze.
Untying in the pre dawn gloom and sliding onto the trolley, anticipation was beginning to build.
I looked over the dune and a dead flat ocean (at least in â€Å"Coward’s Corner) greeted me.
I mentally reminded myself to stay calm and always paddle in a relaxed manner to conserve energy for the ensuing fight (hopefully).
The garies bounded ahead of me in the early morning light, as I slide out the â€Å"Rockâ€
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