Hey all,
This is my first time posting so please forgive any mistakes. Let me also say that I'm fairly inexperienced. I mainly fish around The Entrance when I come up from Sydney (beach fishing mostly). I've pulled a heap of whiting, bream and flatties out of Tawoon Bay, but what I am really after is Salmon, which I go after at Hargraves Beach (Just north of Magenta Shores)... Problem is I have never caught one!!!
I started with looking at tide times, moon phasing, good and bad days, but now go whenever I can. I never really deviate from ganged hooks with pillies, a 60cm leader, swivel and a running sinker. Now I don't want to say exactly how long I have been going for Salmon, but trust me, its a LONG time.
A few months back I was fishing Hargraves. I arrived around 9am and the beach was deserted except for one old timer. After the customary 'Any luck?', followed by 'Not a thing' I set up and cast off. The clouds looked dark, swollen and angry, but I decided to stick it out. 40 minutes later the old fella packs up and leaves. I eye off the spot he was at and consider moving up, however, as I had just recast I thought I would give it another 10 minutes before moving.
3 minutes later a newcomer comes to the beach and takes the spot I was eyeing off, 'Oh well' I think, it would have been bad luck to change anyway. The new bloke rigs up, casts off, sets his rod in its holder and starts to walk the 10 meters back to his esky for a drink. His movement caught my eye when I see his rod bend and zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. "Oh your f&^king kidding" I think to myself. Old mate rushes back to his rod (he never made it to the esky) and proceeds to pull in the biggest bloody Salmon I have seen in my life. I make my way over and examine his catch. I congratulate him (genuine, it was good work) just as the heavens open and I run to pull down my gear and make my way back to my car.
Fast forward to today. I have a few days off work so decide to make the most of it. After stinking hot weather yesterday I figure today will be perfect. I wake up around 5:30am planning to get an early start, before I hear rain pouring outside. 'Oh well' I think, I'll stay in bed until it clears. 8:30am and the rain has stopped. I go to the bait shop and stock up on pillies before making my way up to Hargraves by 9:10am. The moon is above and its an hour past high tide. There are about 6 other blokes on the beach. I quickly rig up and cast out.
Two pillies later, both torn apart by crabs, I decide to try a drop shot rig (after looking at what the experts were doing). The only problem was I had no idea how to go about it. No matter, I whip out the iPhone, do a quick google search, and bobs your mothers brother. By this time all but one bloke have packed up and left (it was about 10:30am and an hour and a half away from low tide). I cast out a couple of times, both terrible casts. Before I know it, the last bloke has left the beach, leaving what I know to be the 'prized spot'. Well, fool me once shame on me etc, I run over to said spot and claim it as my own. I move my gear, put on a fresh pilley and cast out (a most perfect cast if I do say so myself). Well now I have to think that luck is on my side, I have a good spot, I have a rig where the crabs wont get a my bait, a had a good cast, everything seemed to be going right. I settle down to wait for the inevitable. Guess what people, the inevitable happened... it started raining!!!!!!
I pack up my gear, run to the car thinking, 'Tomorrow will be my day'. I have patience, after all, I am a St George supporter!!!
Sorry if the post is a little long, but I hope it at least made you chuckle and remember the days when you guys (and girls) were first starting out