Harley000
22-06-2008, 06:05 AM
This is my first post guys, so here goes.
When I woke on Saturday I noticed that there was only a breath of wind, and that the Waverider bouys were showing no swell. After a bit of sweet talking my wife agreed to accompany me for an evening session, you beauty!
Out the seaway, first stop for livies. The wife filled the tank, and had a ball doing so. At least she has caught something. . . .
Dropped the pick at my mark, the sounder lit up. Drop my first piece of burley and three remora's came to the boat. These fish have been in plauge preportions and do no let you get a bait down. I wasted no time, I moved to another spot.
In no time I had a 3 kilo snappery squire in the boat and thought it was going to be a great evening, a few trag jew were caught and then two mac tuna (fresh bait). All went quiet just after dark and then an hour later it all went crazy but with the wrong species...more trag, heaps of tailor and then finally, the remoras found us again. My burley worked too well. So we called it a night.
Beautiful evening on the water, with a snapper for dinner this week.
Sorry guys, nothing worth taking a photo of.
Cheers,
Harley.
When I woke on Saturday I noticed that there was only a breath of wind, and that the Waverider bouys were showing no swell. After a bit of sweet talking my wife agreed to accompany me for an evening session, you beauty!
Out the seaway, first stop for livies. The wife filled the tank, and had a ball doing so. At least she has caught something. . . .
Dropped the pick at my mark, the sounder lit up. Drop my first piece of burley and three remora's came to the boat. These fish have been in plauge preportions and do no let you get a bait down. I wasted no time, I moved to another spot.
In no time I had a 3 kilo snappery squire in the boat and thought it was going to be a great evening, a few trag jew were caught and then two mac tuna (fresh bait). All went quiet just after dark and then an hour later it all went crazy but with the wrong species...more trag, heaps of tailor and then finally, the remoras found us again. My burley worked too well. So we called it a night.
Beautiful evening on the water, with a snapper for dinner this week.
Sorry guys, nothing worth taking a photo of.
Cheers,
Harley.