After years of trying to catch my first kingfish, the fishing gods smiled down on me yesterday.
I went out into the Georges River in search of bream so I was fishing light.
Went to a spot I hade never been to and proceeded to fall asleep as nothing was happenning. Not a touch.
Even the wind couldn't move the rod tip!!!
Then out of nowhere... BOOOM!!! the reel screams for what seemed an eternity. "Nice bream" i think.
I set the hook and for 10 minutes coaxed this damn fish to the boat 3 times and every time he got close, he would strip off more line again. "might be a jewie" my mind says.
Finally I get him to the boat. The missus nets him. A beautiful FAT kingy!!!
He was only 55cm so he was sent back.
Of course with all the excitement no photo was taken!!! (bloody idiot!)
I am no longer a Kingy virgin and i feel liberated.
BTW he was caught on 6 pound line, small running sinker and a prawn... GO FIGURE!