After my last posts about not fishing the dirty, rough water off monsoon in Goa, i would like to update my last weeks events.
With only 3 days left in south Goa before flying to Sri Lanka for a new visa, there had been a couple of calm days with low swell and wind, and the water had surprisingly cleared up. My 8 year old daughter was hounding me to take her fishing and i had seen a nice safe spot down the corner of our beach.
The recent heavy rains had created a small storm water run off from the corner of the beach out to a deep channel along the edge of the rocks. This had created a distinct line between the fresh brown water and the blue sea water which would be perfect for larger ambushing predators. How big, I was about to find out!
The sun was moving towards the horizon and tide was reaching high. After ten minutes of casting soft plastic and letting my daughter, Ruby jig and wind, we had a strike. It was clearly too big for her to handle as she passed the rod to me with the exciting sound of line screeming of the reel. I brought the fish in quickly as there was some nasty unexposed rocks around and one barnacle covered rock which i had to slide the fish over to get it to my feet 3 metres below the rock we were standing on. At this point we all screaamed with excitement as we saw a 60 cm red snapper below us. i held the leader out clear of the rock with my hand and lifted, Snap! Leader was chaffed badly. xxxx!!!! Thats ok dad, lets catch another one.
I cut off the lower half of the damaged leader and tied on my favourate halco max lure. Within ten minutes Ruby had hooked on again, this time a lot bigger fish. After a couple of long runs, and one big leaping headshake, Snap!. A Barramundi well over 1 metre dissappeared into the water with my lure in its mouth. The leader was obviously not 100% but it was all I had with me at the time. I could not explain how i was feeling, but Ruby and my wife were more worried about the poor fish with the lure still in its mouth. Understandable
The following early morning had the same tide and conditions as I proceeded to have more bad luck. I was defeated by 2 more large barramundi.
That evening with my last chance, one more smaller barramundi jumped and spat the hook as i sadly watched the Goan sun set over the ocean for the last time. For Now!
Truely one of the best fish experiences of my life.
I am sitting writing this in Sri Lanka now, as i contemplate what might have been. I have learnt some valuable lessons of fishing for barramundi as i have not yet targetted them in Australia, (i live in the south.)
I will return to India next month but will be travelling the north, so maybe some mahseer or trout fishing will be on the cards.
I am trying to upload photos but am having trouble.