TimiBoy
16-05-2009, 09:19 AM
Mumsy and I headed out Thursday morning armed with reams of good advice - go wide, use jigs & plastics.
I admit to having a couple of weaknesses:
1. I like advice, and because I'm still such a n00b, it tends to tunnel my vision, and
2. The further offshore, the better. The phone should ring less (but it still does - am I going far enough???)
So, as per bleeding usual, that Westerly turned my Thursday to sh!t. I tried a lot of ground, some old, some new, 35's, 42's, 37's Deep Tempest, and by 1 pm had a 45 cm Tuskie in the box - on MULLET, from the 37's. I'd had a hook in my hand, hooked up the 'chute, lost a goodly amount of tackle including a favorite jig I was given, and was generally P!SSED OFF.
So, as the wind died, I thought I'd head back to the 42's and try a bit of jigging again. As soon as I got there I found the drift hadn't changed much, as the breeze was still there, but not as strong. I jigged anyway, and to my surprise I picked up a couple of Kingies fairly quickly.
Kingie 2 was funny. He was a good size, and so I said to Mumsy - "can you please pull up the 'chute?" She starts slowly dragging it in, and I said something along the lines of "HURRY THE F%^K UP!" which drew the appropriate response. Having been reminded of my shortcomings, which included a threat to chuck it all back out, she finally had the 'chute in the boat. "Please my Darling, could you find it in your heart to get the net?" Bingo, I found her measure, and she happily got the net in the water. I brought the fish to the net, she lifted, TOO HEAVY! I tried one handed to help, and her finger somehow got wedged between the handle and the gunwhale, and she high tailed to the other side of the boat sucking her finger, leaving me to get the fish in... And then I had the temerity to splurk her with blood, and man, will I EVER hear the end of that???;D;D;D
Pulled a little Mac Tuna on the jig, too, and in hindsight should have chucked a hook in his gob and sent him back as a livey, but hindsight is wonderful, huh? He'll be bait on another trip, what a waste.
I could have caught a couple more on the jigs, but I didn't want to clean them, and my shoulder was bad, so I chucked a plastic down there on the S-10. NOTE TO SELF: 30lb leader is NOT ENOUGH!!! 2 * 1.5oz jigheads and attendant fluoro white 7" jerk shads were eaten by a couple of very hard running something-or-others on the bottom. Very much fun, but absolutely no hope at all - whatsoever - of landing said monsters! OK, on 30 lb they were probably undersize Pearlies, but let me feed the dream, OK???
Day 2: Early start, Cheech needed to be back at the ramp by 2, so Wags and I met him at the ramp at 5 am. Smooth launch, nice trip out, no bar crossing to speak of, then wind. The day was sh!t, it had no redeeming features, except for the company, which is always good. We couldn't buy a bite, except Cheech who caught 2 33cm Pearlies, which of course went back. We did spend too much time out wide, my tunnel vision again, I think.
Back at the ramp Rhys (Revs57) called us, and he met Wags and I at home (Cheech had taken off) with burgers. What a man! Then Wags and Rhys took off, and I was left bruised, and shaken. Next time I go out I think someone else can skipper!
When I finally sat down, little Mitzi wanted a cuddle, and everything was OK!!!
Cheers,
Tim
I admit to having a couple of weaknesses:
1. I like advice, and because I'm still such a n00b, it tends to tunnel my vision, and
2. The further offshore, the better. The phone should ring less (but it still does - am I going far enough???)
So, as per bleeding usual, that Westerly turned my Thursday to sh!t. I tried a lot of ground, some old, some new, 35's, 42's, 37's Deep Tempest, and by 1 pm had a 45 cm Tuskie in the box - on MULLET, from the 37's. I'd had a hook in my hand, hooked up the 'chute, lost a goodly amount of tackle including a favorite jig I was given, and was generally P!SSED OFF.
So, as the wind died, I thought I'd head back to the 42's and try a bit of jigging again. As soon as I got there I found the drift hadn't changed much, as the breeze was still there, but not as strong. I jigged anyway, and to my surprise I picked up a couple of Kingies fairly quickly.
Kingie 2 was funny. He was a good size, and so I said to Mumsy - "can you please pull up the 'chute?" She starts slowly dragging it in, and I said something along the lines of "HURRY THE F%^K UP!" which drew the appropriate response. Having been reminded of my shortcomings, which included a threat to chuck it all back out, she finally had the 'chute in the boat. "Please my Darling, could you find it in your heart to get the net?" Bingo, I found her measure, and she happily got the net in the water. I brought the fish to the net, she lifted, TOO HEAVY! I tried one handed to help, and her finger somehow got wedged between the handle and the gunwhale, and she high tailed to the other side of the boat sucking her finger, leaving me to get the fish in... And then I had the temerity to splurk her with blood, and man, will I EVER hear the end of that???;D;D;D
Pulled a little Mac Tuna on the jig, too, and in hindsight should have chucked a hook in his gob and sent him back as a livey, but hindsight is wonderful, huh? He'll be bait on another trip, what a waste.
I could have caught a couple more on the jigs, but I didn't want to clean them, and my shoulder was bad, so I chucked a plastic down there on the S-10. NOTE TO SELF: 30lb leader is NOT ENOUGH!!! 2 * 1.5oz jigheads and attendant fluoro white 7" jerk shads were eaten by a couple of very hard running something-or-others on the bottom. Very much fun, but absolutely no hope at all - whatsoever - of landing said monsters! OK, on 30 lb they were probably undersize Pearlies, but let me feed the dream, OK???
Day 2: Early start, Cheech needed to be back at the ramp by 2, so Wags and I met him at the ramp at 5 am. Smooth launch, nice trip out, no bar crossing to speak of, then wind. The day was sh!t, it had no redeeming features, except for the company, which is always good. We couldn't buy a bite, except Cheech who caught 2 33cm Pearlies, which of course went back. We did spend too much time out wide, my tunnel vision again, I think.
Back at the ramp Rhys (Revs57) called us, and he met Wags and I at home (Cheech had taken off) with burgers. What a man! Then Wags and Rhys took off, and I was left bruised, and shaken. Next time I go out I think someone else can skipper!
When I finally sat down, little Mitzi wanted a cuddle, and everything was OK!!!
Cheers,
Tim