My mate Del, his mate Rossco and I headed to Forster on the weekend hopeing to set the circle's into some bluefin off the stones. After a long, painful, slippery hike in the rain and some delicate rock skating by Rossco (didn't wear rock fishing boots) we finally got to the ledge.
The more experienced lads, ie everyone but me, started off by burleying up for liveys and, after they'd jigged about 10-15 yakka's, Rossco had one of em rigged up and on the menu for any big pelagic passers by. Now i'll put all of you out of your misery by declaring that, aside from a chopper tailer and a late afternoon shark, the livey's didn't eventuate to much, and certainly no big runs from the bluefin tuna that we were hopeing for.
I had a ball spinning up Bonito from the moment we got there. First with a 65 gram Raider, then with almost everything else I chucked at em right up until I had to go at about 1pm. It was my first spin with my new G Loomis stick and, coupled with an 8000 Stradic, I was well pleased with my investment as I landed and released about 30 bonnies including one rather pretty fish called a Watsons leaping bonito.
Del and Rossco joined in on the action while their yakkas flipped and flopped about and Rossco managed a feat I had never seen before. Spinning a bibless minnow lure he hooked twins, one on each treble. Del told me later on that after I had left Rossco had done it again on the same lure, I must get me one of those.
It just goes to show ya that even a "failed" fishing expedition can be whole lot of fun, shame about the camera though...
Until next time,
May the schwartz be with you!