The drought is over!
An insane fishing trip. We went for the day to Shady camp for the day, which is over 3 hours from my place, meaning we only had about 4 hours fishing in the day for a 6 to 6.5 hour drive. We hit the barrages… In about the first 5 minutes Mud had us a 62cm keeper. Great stuff. It got bigger from there. Mud got a 60 something one soon after. And then another. Okay, good stuff Mud. Then BANG I am on… I think the excitement got to me – soon I had reeled in a nice, large, silver… catfish!
Soon Mud had pulled in an undersized barra, and not long after I was on. I won’t play it up (that will happen later) I knew it was small as soon as I got him, a 50cm barra.
We moved about 5 metres down to give us better access to what looked like a hotspot. Mud soon hooked up a 70cm barra, which was great, but I was getting a mite frustrated. I was using the exact same lure, technique, and spots as he was, and not much to show for it. There was a 30 minute lull after that, but soon BANG Mud was on again… this time with a 74cm fat barra. I netted it (despite my urge to crack Mud over the back of the head an leave him there… outfishing the captain like that is plain rude) and soon lost my white squidgy.
I decided it was time for my “lucky lure” the gold Starlo hardbody with the terrible hooks that I hadn’t gotten around to changing. As well as my custom rod (a present from the fiancee) I had set the drag a tad loose as there weren’t any snags… what could go wrong?
I tried and tried to get something, 30 minutes later I was starting to lose heart, about 1 metre from the boat a massive barra inhaled lucky and started peeling off line. It had a massive run before I brought it back to the boat. Soon it went on its second massive run. At this point I realised the drag was too lose, so I thought on the third run I would tighten it. It jumped on the wind back and I saw the lure was on the outside of the mouth, and I hate adjusting on the run, so I scrapped that plan. Soon it was on its third run away, and I was thinking “man this is fun!”, you’ve got to enjoy these moments. I got it back to the boat for a third time…. it was off again of its forth run. This time I got back it decided it should hide under my boat, that made me tighten the drag, and the fish was spent. Booyah!! He straightened 2 hooks in one treble, 1 in another, but it held him.
(If you think this paragraph is a bit much for a single fish, read over what I’ve done this year to get him)
I was going to release it… I tried to revive it for about 5 minutes but it was done, it had given everything to the fight, ah well it will get eaten and enjoyed.
Oh yeah, we then hit the main barrage and had a crack at the huge school of tarpon there for some fun
Got:
Mud: 5 keepers, 3 rats, 62cm smallest keeper, 74cm biggest, 2 tarpon
Me: Catfish, 50cm barra, 72cm barra, 4 tarpon
(I won the tarpon-off at least)
Story of the trip:
My 3 goals for 2015 was to:
1) Get a metery
2) Bag out
3) Release a keeper (I never do that unless I have very, very good reason)
So that is item (2) done. Bagged out in 3 hours! Most people at the ramp said it was a poor day…
Boat problems:
Nothing. Barely used it though, went about 500metres
Snap:
Very happy (the red is from my esky)