Winter has been slow to take it's place this year but it has finally started to bite.
At this time of year in Sydney it becomes harder to find inshore action. The kings thin out, more trips are donuts and Carnster keeps slaying them up North. The yellow mist starts to fade and is replaced by something else, something thin, something silver, something toothy. Werehoos.
Sunday was a gorgeous day, the rain through the week had petered out and the Westerlies had died. I spent the day in the Cowan with my family and planned to piggyback a hairtail mission that night with Keza and SBD. By three o'clock the sun had disappeared behind the sandstone bluffs and cast shadows down into the deep cold water. We joked that "baddies" lived in that shadowy world, they do!
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At this time of year in Sydney it becomes harder to find inshore action. The kings thin out, more trips are donuts and Carnster keeps slaying them up North. The yellow mist starts to fade and is replaced by something else, something thin, something silver, something toothy. Werehoos.
Sunday was a gorgeous day, the rain through the week had petered out and the Westerlies had died. I spent the day in the Cowan with my family and planned to piggyback a hairtail mission that night with Keza and SBD. By three o'clock the sun had disappeared behind the sandstone bluffs and cast shadows down into the deep cold water. We joked that "baddies" lived in that shadowy world, they do!
