Good morning raiders,
I couldn't sleep much last night so I got up early and checked the weather. With the impending southerlies predicted over the weekend and visiting relos, this morning was probably my only chance for a fish over the weekend. Tried to wake the young fella up to grunts and groans. "Good luck dad".
So off I went to get a kilo of pillies from my local "bait and go".
Arrived at my favourite spot (usually for snapper) which was my intended target. Started to burley up whilst the pillies unfroze and first light was approaching. First cast, bang.....big take then no weight???? Wind in and find I'm missing my hook and small pea sinker. Rerigg and try again, same thing! Grrrrr. At this point I'm thinking tailor, so I put on a gang hook with no weight and a full pilly. Next cast I came up tight. I danced around the rocks for a while and managed to land a nice bonito on the next incoming swell. For the next hour it was basically just poling them to the stones! Best hours fishing I've had in ages. Bonito, salmon and tailor all came to the party.
To be honest, I lost count of how many I actually caught. Most were released with the exception of a tailor and 3 bonito that made it home(and fridge, filleted) within the hour. I arrived home to the boy devastated that he didn't come and a neighbours timely appearance as I was filleting the fish out the front! needless to say I gave him one!
Overall, a beautiful solo morning in great conditions, in a magic place, Port Stephens!
Thanks for reading,
Cheers scratchie!!!