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4 yakkers (Ken -Kraley / Dan - Hobiefisherman / Gatesy and myself) met at the launch spot at 5.30am. Fair dinkum it was like a Hobie convention... :shock: :? Luckily there was one paddler there (me) to talk sense into these blokes...
Anyway, we proceeded to rig up and talk crap for 20 minutes and then a leisurely launch and a casual paddle around the corner to outside the heads followed. The wind was up more than we would have liked but it didn't deter us from taking it on!
I stopped to try for liveies for a while and the others trolled various rigs along the shoreline in search of something big and hard pulling. No liveies were caught so I also started trolling.
Birds were working a long way off in the distance and the occasional stinkboat would roar past us to get out to the schools of feeding fish. There was schools of bait showing on my sounder and the occasional bigger fish, but the trolled lures werent getting any hits.
After 45 minutes or so the birds started getting closer and I spotted Ken far off in the distance heading towards them with Gatesy in pursuit. The birds split up into a few flocks and we all went our own ways.
Once the birds and school of fish I'd homed in on was within range I lobbed a 5" stickbait into the deep and let it settle for a while, then ripped it back to the yak as fast as I could. Bang, a hit, then nothing....dropped him. :x
Another cast and same technique - this time producing a solid hookup on a hard fighting fish (got him on my 4kg spin rod) which turned out to be an undersize (54cm) king.
Turned around to see Gatesy hooked up on what turned out to be a fat salmon and I also noticed Ken in the distance still chasing his school. I'll let those guys tell their own stories.
Meanwhile Dan was further away feeding his breakfast to the fish and looking a bit green.
Soon after that it turns out he had a double hookup and lost a bit of hardware and a reel of line when something big spooled him completely. Again I'm sure he'll add to the story.
Another few casts and the fish dissapeared. We hung around for another hour or so but the birds had gone, along with the fish.
Paddling back I scored another solid hit and line started tearing off it again. Put some pressure on the fish and snap......gone.
A couple of hundred metres later, same rod goes off again, however I turned around to find that i'd hooked a muslim woman riding what looked to be an oversized log. Oh, hang on it was only Gatesy in his Hobie wearing his fetching headwear... :wink:
We all paddled back into the now strengthening wind and chop., and compared notes back on the beach.
A good morning, off the water at around 8.30.
Cuppla pics attached.
Anyway, we proceeded to rig up and talk crap for 20 minutes and then a leisurely launch and a casual paddle around the corner to outside the heads followed. The wind was up more than we would have liked but it didn't deter us from taking it on!
I stopped to try for liveies for a while and the others trolled various rigs along the shoreline in search of something big and hard pulling. No liveies were caught so I also started trolling.
Birds were working a long way off in the distance and the occasional stinkboat would roar past us to get out to the schools of feeding fish. There was schools of bait showing on my sounder and the occasional bigger fish, but the trolled lures werent getting any hits.
After 45 minutes or so the birds started getting closer and I spotted Ken far off in the distance heading towards them with Gatesy in pursuit. The birds split up into a few flocks and we all went our own ways.
Once the birds and school of fish I'd homed in on was within range I lobbed a 5" stickbait into the deep and let it settle for a while, then ripped it back to the yak as fast as I could. Bang, a hit, then nothing....dropped him. :x
Another cast and same technique - this time producing a solid hookup on a hard fighting fish (got him on my 4kg spin rod) which turned out to be an undersize (54cm) king.
Turned around to see Gatesy hooked up on what turned out to be a fat salmon and I also noticed Ken in the distance still chasing his school. I'll let those guys tell their own stories.
Meanwhile Dan was further away feeding his breakfast to the fish and looking a bit green.
Another few casts and the fish dissapeared. We hung around for another hour or so but the birds had gone, along with the fish.
Paddling back I scored another solid hit and line started tearing off it again. Put some pressure on the fish and snap......gone.
A couple of hundred metres later, same rod goes off again, however I turned around to find that i'd hooked a muslim woman riding what looked to be an oversized log. Oh, hang on it was only Gatesy in his Hobie wearing his fetching headwear... :wink:
We all paddled back into the now strengthening wind and chop., and compared notes back on the beach.
A good morning, off the water at around 8.30.
Cuppla pics attached.
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