I met up with Trevor this morning in the eastern suburbs to continue my rockfishing education.
Conditions were close to perfect, the swell was low and only a light breeze blowing. One other guy was down there and getting into the Blackfish so it looked promising.
Trevor pulled the first fish, then the 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th, 8th.
I had matched his depth, followed his drift, but nothing was working.
I changed leader length, used different size baits.
In all this time I only got one good down, and pulled the hook. FFFFFFF
I was staring at a donut, big time, my back was aching and I was getting a headache.
Last resort was to move.
I went over to the next ledge, got some berley going and snapped my leader on a good fish first drift.
Quickly re rigged, next drift, fish on played out and landed. Phew. The aches and pains disappeared and I soon got another. Trevor pulled two more to get his bag limit.
It was really coming on, my next good down was hijacked by a cormorant. It stole the fish, busted my line,
dropped the fish and got badly tangled in the float. I was still connected and had no option but to land it as gently as possible. It made a mess of the float, biting it, but thankfully it was reasonably calm when we handled it. Snipped all the tangle and it flew off happily.
I got one more fish on Trevor's rod before we called it and left them biting.