TimiBoy
08-06-2008, 09:03 AM
Wags on the Water and I hit the Raby Bay ramp at 7.30 am D-Day, 6 June. Calm, bright looking day, looking forward to mucking about with the HB Side Imager in the bay, and letting our backs/bellies recover from being beaten up on Wednesday in 4m+ swells.
As the Merc idled at the pontoon, the temperature alarm went off! As we were about to pull the boat, another CC685 was being towed in. 250 HP engine (brand not to be mentioned) - seized. Took the boat (Bubi’s the name) to Wondall Rd Merc, dropped her off and went to Tackle Warehouse for a while. An hour later got the call, “Come get your boat, water pump’s been replaced, you been mining shale with that thing?”
Note to self – trim up MUCH more when driving on….
Back on the water at 11:30 ish, it’s Cheech on the phone. A brief negotiation between Wags and Cheech - as I stared at the temp gauge with my fingers crossed - had us heading to Cabbage Tree to pick up that Doyen of Fishing, Cheech. He hops on the boat, and, true to his name, produces an illicit substance (cans of Rum with Ginger & Lime)… Not for Wags, he’s already on drugs, and nothing for me, the Oh So Responsible Skipper, so Cheech tucks in.
Straight to Curtin (well, almost straight. I can’t drive in a straight line, you’d have thought Cheech was at the wheel) and started picking out wrecks on the bottom with the SI. It’s about 2 pm. We could see deck hatches, concrete pipes, the works. Pics didn’t work out, but the SI is awesome. Utterly, totally, completely awesome. Two drifts, 25 bucks worth of lead gone. Ripper of a current, but it was so calm, it might be better outside.
Cheech dropped a few numbers into the GPS near the Cape, and put us on the fish. His paternoster went over the side, and soon dragged up a 42cm Red, which of course went straight back in. It was followed over a couple of drifts by a couple of snaps 1.5 and near 4 kg on dead floated yakkas, kept from Wednesday’s mountaineering expedition. Next spot saw the same sort of action, 1 fish per drift, and we had snaps in the boat going 67, 65, 62, 52 (MY PB!!!!), and 42 cm’s. Wags hooked that elusive Russian Sub again (Red October never sank, I swear) and Cheech dragged (after a mighty struggle) a pathetic little bream... Getting dark, and quiet, we toddled off to another spot, and a 45 cm snap came on board on my rig, putting a smile about 10 feet wide on my big gob, Cheech pulled an undersized Spangled, but then all went quiet.
Wags landed the three big fish, and I accounted for the other 3. Poor old Cheech was too busy putting us on the fish to be catching anything. (that's his story, anyway!!!);D;D;D
6.30, pulled the pin. It’s a long drive from Cape Moreton to Cabbage Tree then Raby Bay in the dark, and this little black duck wanted jarmies and warm beddie-bies. Dropped Cheech off with a nice snap in the bag, and an uneventful trip home. Wonderful day, some good fish. Back at Raby Bay at 9.00 pm, in bed at 10. Slept like a baby!
More pics may follow if Wags gets his butt into gear...
Fin.
As the Merc idled at the pontoon, the temperature alarm went off! As we were about to pull the boat, another CC685 was being towed in. 250 HP engine (brand not to be mentioned) - seized. Took the boat (Bubi’s the name) to Wondall Rd Merc, dropped her off and went to Tackle Warehouse for a while. An hour later got the call, “Come get your boat, water pump’s been replaced, you been mining shale with that thing?”
Note to self – trim up MUCH more when driving on….
Back on the water at 11:30 ish, it’s Cheech on the phone. A brief negotiation between Wags and Cheech - as I stared at the temp gauge with my fingers crossed - had us heading to Cabbage Tree to pick up that Doyen of Fishing, Cheech. He hops on the boat, and, true to his name, produces an illicit substance (cans of Rum with Ginger & Lime)… Not for Wags, he’s already on drugs, and nothing for me, the Oh So Responsible Skipper, so Cheech tucks in.
Straight to Curtin (well, almost straight. I can’t drive in a straight line, you’d have thought Cheech was at the wheel) and started picking out wrecks on the bottom with the SI. It’s about 2 pm. We could see deck hatches, concrete pipes, the works. Pics didn’t work out, but the SI is awesome. Utterly, totally, completely awesome. Two drifts, 25 bucks worth of lead gone. Ripper of a current, but it was so calm, it might be better outside.
Cheech dropped a few numbers into the GPS near the Cape, and put us on the fish. His paternoster went over the side, and soon dragged up a 42cm Red, which of course went straight back in. It was followed over a couple of drifts by a couple of snaps 1.5 and near 4 kg on dead floated yakkas, kept from Wednesday’s mountaineering expedition. Next spot saw the same sort of action, 1 fish per drift, and we had snaps in the boat going 67, 65, 62, 52 (MY PB!!!!), and 42 cm’s. Wags hooked that elusive Russian Sub again (Red October never sank, I swear) and Cheech dragged (after a mighty struggle) a pathetic little bream... Getting dark, and quiet, we toddled off to another spot, and a 45 cm snap came on board on my rig, putting a smile about 10 feet wide on my big gob, Cheech pulled an undersized Spangled, but then all went quiet.
Wags landed the three big fish, and I accounted for the other 3. Poor old Cheech was too busy putting us on the fish to be catching anything. (that's his story, anyway!!!);D;D;D
6.30, pulled the pin. It’s a long drive from Cape Moreton to Cabbage Tree then Raby Bay in the dark, and this little black duck wanted jarmies and warm beddie-bies. Dropped Cheech off with a nice snap in the bag, and an uneventful trip home. Wonderful day, some good fish. Back at Raby Bay at 9.00 pm, in bed at 10. Slept like a baby!
More pics may follow if Wags gets his butt into gear...
Fin.