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I met Dave, Paul, Gary and Jim in the car park at 4.30, whose idea was that ?
After paddling a couple of km's we arrived at the spot and set about hunting for snapper. On seeing the others hooking up to fish repeatedly I was starting to get a bit despondent..... until the light started to come up and I saw the clouds, funny how different areas of the coast provide different skies, this spot always turns on a good display and I new I'd catch something with the camera even if I failed with a rod.


After the boys had had their fill of snapper and I was still stuck on empty (bar the trevally Paul had kindly donated to me to help my protein levels) we headed off in search of kingfish.
I managed 3 but all undersized. I did get a trevally to give me a matching pair but as I lifted it from the water I was imagining it on the griddle. Well who would have thought that these things can read your mind, he was off the hook and back in the water in the blink of an eye.



That was it, I'd given it my best shot so with head hung low I headed back in to the boat ramp.
On the beach Dave was cleaning his 3 snapper, Paul was cleaning his 3 snapper and I had my one trevally.
As I was walking to clean the fish my mind was rehearsing how I would explain this one to the wife (who loves snapper), Dave got 3, Paul got 3, I got one.... trevally.
As I was cleaning the fish my mind had moved into OCD mode and it kept repeating.... Dave got 3, Paul got 3, I .......
I was snapped out of this by someone trying to steal my only fish and they had my hand too, I fought hard to get both back but they were exiting swiftly with their bootie and I only managed to rip my hand out of their grasp sans the fish and they were off. I gave chase but before I could get a hand on his throat he launched and flew over the water, ...gone.
The pelican landed down the beach from us where he could decided which was the best angle to swallow his over sized meal.
He actually waited until I had gutted and scaled the fish before making his move, bastard.
Dave got 3, Paul got 3, I got none.
Jim riding the swell


After paddling a couple of km's we arrived at the spot and set about hunting for snapper. On seeing the others hooking up to fish repeatedly I was starting to get a bit despondent..... until the light started to come up and I saw the clouds, funny how different areas of the coast provide different skies, this spot always turns on a good display and I new I'd catch something with the camera even if I failed with a rod.


After the boys had had their fill of snapper and I was still stuck on empty (bar the trevally Paul had kindly donated to me to help my protein levels) we headed off in search of kingfish.
I managed 3 but all undersized. I did get a trevally to give me a matching pair but as I lifted it from the water I was imagining it on the griddle. Well who would have thought that these things can read your mind, he was off the hook and back in the water in the blink of an eye.



That was it, I'd given it my best shot so with head hung low I headed back in to the boat ramp.
On the beach Dave was cleaning his 3 snapper, Paul was cleaning his 3 snapper and I had my one trevally.
As I was walking to clean the fish my mind was rehearsing how I would explain this one to the wife (who loves snapper), Dave got 3, Paul got 3, I got one.... trevally.
As I was cleaning the fish my mind had moved into OCD mode and it kept repeating.... Dave got 3, Paul got 3, I .......
I was snapped out of this by someone trying to steal my only fish and they had my hand too, I fought hard to get both back but they were exiting swiftly with their bootie and I only managed to rip my hand out of their grasp sans the fish and they were off. I gave chase but before I could get a hand on his throat he launched and flew over the water, ...gone.
The pelican landed down the beach from us where he could decided which was the best angle to swallow his over sized meal.
He actually waited until I had gutted and scaled the fish before making his move, bastard.
Dave got 3, Paul got 3, I got none.
Jim riding the swell

