G'day all.
I have been reading this website for a long time now and thought I should start to add something as I have taken plenty.
In the recent school holidays I went to Hawks Nest with the wife and my 2 boys and our friends for a bit of kayak, boat and beach fishing.
1sy day we headed to the beach for a swim and as I usually do I took the rod and tackle box just in case. While I was standing there staring out to sea thinking how good life was, I spotted a dark patch that I thought was weed. Then the weed started to move. When a nice+_+_)ave came up I saw that it wasn't weed but salmon. Beach goers must have thought I was mad as I bolted towards my gear. I tied on a 50g metal lure with hands shaking and started heaving it at the school. Bear in mind that I have caught 1 salmon in my life, most of my fishing is in the fresh, anyway after about 15 casts landing right behind the school and dragging my lure through them and getting nothing, I thought they just weren't interested. Next cast though the reel started to scream (just like on all those DVD's I watch over and over). After a minute it slowed then a few pumps later it was off again. I couldn't believe how much fun I was having. The fight lasted about 15 minutes or so until I finally got it in the shallows and then I realised why it fought so well, I jagged it in the side. So things were going well but this is where I made my big mistake. My mate who was with me all the way, said "do you want me to grab the line?" , I answered "if you can grab the 20lb leader you can", because you see before we went to the beach I already had 8lb leader attached to my 6lb fireline and I thought maybe a chance of a big flattie at the beach so I will just add some 20lb to the end to save the 8lb for later. Well you can probably guess what happened, he reached down and grabbed the 8lb and the load on my rod disappeared. My mate felt bad and everyone felt sorry for me but I couldn't get the smile off my face. It was such great fun.
(Sorry I have crapped on for so long. I will try to shorten the rest up)
Over the next few days I went back and managed to actually land one. 68cm on a metal slice. My 7 year old got one (65cm) all on his own with a surf popper attached just above a pilchard. The my wife and 9 year old got one (68cm est) together on a pilchard (theirs was released).
Besides that we caught plenty of flatties, bream, luderick and mullet during the week.
It was such a great week.