Here's some of the guys at lunchtime, making sure Ross burnt the sausages properly...
He burnt them successfully with his little helpers :lol:
I arrived Big W about 10am as Karl was leaving office and news ranger would collect at sites [got a discount as a group later]. Arrived at site 44 to see 3 roughheads with kayaks handy, Gary, John, and unexpected Tony [lured there by Crown Lager according to Ross later]
With the arrival of Gilbo, and Ross awhile later, beers and a chinwag were in full flow for Dallas's early arrival with the new Fuego; this boat created a lot of interest with all, major topics how to properly christen her, the winner was much ale consumed followed by a group piss on yak ceremony, which would now include Sel who had arrived. the christening plan never happened.
The next thing was the Fuego thin spot, for all to ponder, at this point Ross was most concerned that Tony get on his knees and stick his head in the hatch...my first thoughts were 'hello the kayak version of boy in the barrel', and looking at Tony was not sure I had enough port to make him look good; it pleases me to say I was wrong, I didn't need the port for that purpose
Burnt snags and bread and more drinks before a mass carrying of yaks down to the water which was glass, we had a go for a couple of hours flinging all and sundry lures and SPs with only Karl producing his tea..I remained a virgin, but was pleased to catch up with Danny who had launched earlier from the ramp and fished with Gary; a nice bloke I bumped into on a blue prowler had a yellow, and bass both caught on worms mentioned in other reports.
Ashore for Gilbo's roast prep and to say hooray to the day blokes.
The night degenerated like most blokes fishing outings, with drinks, laughs, and tall stories from a circle of chairs [the port had it's own chair for convenience of all].
By 7pm Karl and John had eaten yellowbelly and I had Gilbo's cob roast [will buy one now, after trying], the only one not having eaten was Dallas and Gilbo offered some of the excess roast but he declined to have a steak later; a few drinks and another hour and the staek became a big bag of Cheezels :lol:
Bed about 9pm in a relaxed mode, and cool not cold as expected, at 6.15am, looked out the van window at a 50m pea soup fog [see pic] and walked over to Karl making a brew who said John had departed at 5am, Gary also gave it a go, and found John on a bank somewhere[those hill billy yakkers are a tough breed :roll: ]
Gilbo and Dallas [had a healthy breakfast, also in a bag] and I waited until the fog lifted about 9am.
Again conditions like glass, but seemingly devoid of fish, some forkies being the main catch with our crew with 2 exceptions, I meandered after Gilbo using Tilson Bass HB, and jigging shortened Turtlebacks and about 12.30 said I'm going to spend an hour trolling back slowly and have a coldie; by now I had decided virginity is an honourable situation
Tied on a yellow/red poltergeist and 30mins later by landing a forkie lost my virginity twice [I think], first freshwater fish and first on HB [FW or SW] after crowing to headman about it he did the same shortly later [bugger].
Ashore all had Karl's garlic prawns and beer, with the exception of me not being a prawn eater, but did enjoy the beer [forgot to eat though], after matinee drinks Gary, John and John had departed and now only 3 akffers left.
Those remaining on the water for a final hour or so and I headed to my forkie site with the Poltergeist and landed one more, with two missed; was feeling crook and realized it was hunger so turned back and trolled another forkie to the boat..3 for w/e :wink:
I started to empty the yak of gear and saw the others returning, we got the boats up to the site and after Dallas departed after dark only Karl and I remained to consume 2 liters of Dodge curry, more grog and in the cot by 8pm happy but knackered :wink:
Awake this morning about 6.30am in perfect conditions jam on bread and cuppa then broke or camps for a 9.15 departure