Left home at around 8pm Thursday evening and headed to Port Hacking to pick up some yakkas.
We managed to get 20 within an hour then off to Stanwell before the yakkas stopped kicking.
3 yakkas survived the drive.
They went into the gutter first and were never heard of again so we started to use the dead ones.
They were continuously coming back with their heads missing, tails missing or just mangled however there was so much movement from the waves that we couldnt tell if we were getting bites.
By high tide we had gone through half of the yakkas with my friend catching a decent tailor and a shovelnose and me with nothing but a runny nose.
Things were starting to look like every other Jewfishing expedition that I have been on for the last 12 years.
Had to re-rig after reeling my line in to find that something had taken the bait, a couple of 7/0 hooks and a few cm's of 30lb trace.
In went the next yakka but this time I was holding onto the mainline (as you would when fishing with a handreel) because I was starting to get annoyed that we werent getting any runs yet there was something taking our baits.
Within 10 minutes I felt something start to swim off with my bait. I let it take about a metre of line and then set the hook and took in a few metres of line by hand just to make sure I had a fish before reeling him in with the rod.
I thought I had a biggish tailor untill I dragged him onto the sand as there wasnt much of a fight.
It wasnt the 20lb Jew that I have been aspiring to catch all these years but 7lbs of jewfish was alot better than coming home empty handed. Smile says it all...