Am just back after a morning trip,It started badly because I only got to bed
at about 11.45pm and awoke at 2.15 am and convinced myself i'll sleep till
about 3.am. and the invitable happened,I opened my eyes and the clock
showed 5.30 am, and there was the brightness of the predawn filtering thru my bedroom windows, anyway rush' rush' and finally i got to the boat ramp
at 7.30am,[an hour drive towing the boat].
The first spot produced zilch! so i pulled up anchor and headed out deep
as it was coming up to high tide, the day was brilliant if you wanted a blue sky with plenty of sunshine and the water was a light blue/green, doing about 10 knots with a south westerly direction.
I had four rods out had baited up with pilchards and tommy ruff, and was using 30 pound line with 30 pound leaders and two hooks [one fixed and the other sliding]
the run came more like a snag! as the rod slowly bent over as if it was snagged i was sitting on one seat , with my feet on the other seat ,
cursing silently as i got up to get the rod , it buckled over violently, and the reel screamed as the line started disappearing, I grabbed the rod in both hands but it had locked up under the pressure in the rod holder, managed to release it by pulling it forward and struck hard once, and it was on!
the fish was big i knew straight away', i also knew it was not a snapper
as there was line spewing out rapidly as the thing was very powerful
and though i was hard locked up i was initially not gaining an inch of line,
there was a charter boat about a hundred metres to my left and there was about 8 guys fishing on it , they all were watching keenly as i was led a merry dance around the boat with the fish rampaging a good distance away, slowly i started to gain line[ pumping hard ,] and finally
got it to the surface ,but about 50 yards out to my left, i could see this
huge silvery fish about at least five foot in length, and very thick, but thats all i could tell at that distance,
i finally managed to get it close to the boat and it made one last dash for my anchor rope and snagged me up, i was holding the rod bent hard over the side of the wind screen and along the side of the boat and
there was nothing else but to pull out my fishing knife and mentally thank it for one hell of a fight as i cut the line and set it free.
i did not catch any thing else but i came away happy to have fought a
true denizen of the deep and lost!
till next time than , am off to rub some balm on my acheing shoulder!
and plan my next attack!
Peter from down under.