Thread: Fishing tomorrow!

The tide of change …

Down to okiwi for a quick overnighter , wind was puffing and the sea was a mess when I stopped at the top of the hill for a look about, got to the batch unpacked and enjoyed the quiet!

Checked the weather forecast which promised slight seas and light winds …Roktoy and family arrived after tea and we cracked a couple of beers and yarned the evening away!

Woke up at 2 am to rain and wind had a pee , then woke up to my alarm at toooo early o’clock …hit the snooze button and caught a handful more Z’s

Up and away out into a fine clear morning with no wind but a niggly swell still rolling in, headed out to the northern passage and poked our nose outside of the islands to find a very messy sea running!

Pulled the pin on heading down the coast and headed up Squally cove to sheltered water …dropped a hook line in the middle of the bay and then anchored off a mussel raft and set a burley soaking …rigged up Young Aaron, and then tried to get a strayline rig organised …bugger me if the young bloke isn’t into a fish straight away , then another and a couple more all small pannie snapper ..one was worth keeping the rest we returned….then his rod bends and a bloody horse of a Kahawai gives him a work out, that bled and gutted and on ice he returns to fishing …

Boom his rod bends and the reel howls as a solid fish powers away , he gains line and looses it , we see the leader then it’s gone in a screamer of a run all the line lost and back to square one, the fish digs in and stays deep …thump thump thump …I’m getting nervous because we are only using 3/0 hooks expecting to only catch pannies and thinking that the nylon will be rubbing over the fishes teeth…

Slowly and achingly painfully line is won …then the fish slides into view getting bigger and bigger , then power’s away again “heart in mouth stuff “ …then up it rises into the net and it’s ours! A beauty …I’m not sure who was more excited myself or Aaron.

Photos and high fives and smiles all round .

Well when your hot your hot …down the young bloke goes again and he’s in again this time a huge gurnard ..he can’t bloody miss …mean while Roktoy catches a few keepers and I once again realise why I’m a diver ( because I’m sure as hell not a fisherman)

The day passed to quickly and the wind turned and our little patch of paradise started to chop up, so we recovered our hook line to find only one wee snapper on it, the wind blew and we steamed for home ……

We filted the fish , cleaned the boat , headed to the wharf fed the stingrays and then bid each other farewell…

Thanks Roktoy and family for a epic overnighter , the yarns the laughter and bloody Aaron for catching all the damn fish…well done young man!