Had a small window of opportunity yesterday arvo and bolted down to catch some poddies. Armed with a dozen, I launched at 4:30pm and pedalled up to deeper water to begin a drift with what was a pretty slow run out tide. Covered a couple of km with no joy except for pesky tailor amputating my livies. Picked up a flatty around 50cm and headed back upstream for a final drift, marvelling at the sunset and the perfect conditions. Grabbed another flatty in the low 40s and arrived in 10m of water to throw out the final two baits of the arvo. There were heaps of boats out around the bridge pylons enjoying the top arvo and waiting for the dead low. I began a leisurely drift back to the launch spot and just as I hit a rise up to 20ft, my bigger rod goes ballistic with a screaming run and violent bends. I pulled the rod out of the holder and set the hooks, immediately feeling head shakes and another short screaming run. Thought jew or maybe BIG flatty. AS it was dark and I had no lights to speak of, barring the glow of the colour sounder, I pedalled into shallower water and gave my self a wide berth around a couple of moored boats, just in case the fish decided on a mooring wrap. Headed into the launch spot at speed and a jewy pops up next to the yak, exhausted. Pretty pleased with a 90 minute outing!