LostNearBribie
28-06-2010, 03:52 PM
Left here around 3am Friday morning, drove out to meet Steve at Yaraman by 4.30am.
Arrived at Monduran around 8am. We set the tent up, got the boat and fishing gear ready.
Hit the water by about 9.30am Friday morning. This is going to be great.
Found a nice little bay that looked fishy (the whole bloody place looks fishy to me!)
Dropped the electric in and cruised into a nice little spot to start casting our arms off.
I pulled out the mighty Egrell S10 that Eric built for me last month (replaced my Bear S10).
Armed that with the Certate 3500HD, 30lb Nitlon braid, 60lb wind on leader and a Lorikeet slick rig.
First cast way out the back of the boat, just to make sure all the line is sitting well and all is good.
Second cast not bad for a backhand, but might stand on the back platform of the boat for a better angle.
Third cast, pretty good about 1m from the bank. But whats this....
I slipped on the platform, arms automatically reaching out for something to stop me going in.
I dropped the rod straight over the side, starring at it in total disbelief as is dropped out of view.
OK, jump in and get it. Oh don’t forget the phone in your pocket, oh yeah your new glasses also.
You should take off the three layers of clothing you have on, you might drown.
Rod gone by now. Start swearing and feeing like passing out.
Steve asks what is wrong and after letting him know, he said, “no don’t jump in mate, we will drag it up”.
Checked the sounder, 6m deep, we should be a chance. So after numerous attempts at dropping different lures down, it was time to jump in.
Just as I started emptying pockets, Steve spotted my line still floating near the bank.
Hooks it with his second attempt, we are a chance here.
Slowly pulled the line tight on the reel and felt the sensation of the line flowing of the spool.
Yes, the bail arm is still open. Try dropping lures down the line to the spool, no good.
The whole time Steve was trying, I was gently pulling line from the spool and finally it gripped and the rod started coming up.
I had bought the reel second hand and had no idea how the braid was attached at the end.
Lucky the knot was a large one and the braid got caught on it.
Rod and Reel back safe and sound, you bloody beauty what an introduction to dam fishing!!!!
But wait it’s not over....
Later in the day after finding a huge school of bass and throwing a large blade lure at them, with no luck, we cruised off to another spot.
When we stopped, Steve went to move up to the front of the boat. There was a bit of a clanging of rods and reels in the side rod storage.
The blade had jumped out and bitten into Steves pants! Couldn’t get it out, so Steve asked for the knife to cut it out.
After a minute or two I heard a funny tone to Steves voice as he said: “Shit mate, I think I owe you a new rod....”.
The force of the lure catching his pants had driven the tip of the rod into the front platform and snapped off the top 8 inches of it.
The rod was destined to die that day.
I rang Eric on Saturday night to let him know what had happened.
He said that If I send him the broken one he will build a new one under warranty as it is under six months old.
Only the guides can be used from the broken rod, so I think that is just an amazing deal.
He really appreciated my honesty in telling him what happened and not making up a story about breaking it while fishing.
All I have to do is pay for postage, which Steve has already paid me for.
Had a few "Gumby" moments over the weekend, but this was by far my best.
One other was pointing at a fish swirl, then realising it was after my lure and I had missed it... D##khead.
Red



Arrived at Monduran around 8am. We set the tent up, got the boat and fishing gear ready.
Hit the water by about 9.30am Friday morning. This is going to be great.
Found a nice little bay that looked fishy (the whole bloody place looks fishy to me!)
Dropped the electric in and cruised into a nice little spot to start casting our arms off.
I pulled out the mighty Egrell S10 that Eric built for me last month (replaced my Bear S10).
Armed that with the Certate 3500HD, 30lb Nitlon braid, 60lb wind on leader and a Lorikeet slick rig.
First cast way out the back of the boat, just to make sure all the line is sitting well and all is good.
Second cast not bad for a backhand, but might stand on the back platform of the boat for a better angle.
Third cast, pretty good about 1m from the bank. But whats this....
I slipped on the platform, arms automatically reaching out for something to stop me going in.
I dropped the rod straight over the side, starring at it in total disbelief as is dropped out of view.
OK, jump in and get it. Oh don’t forget the phone in your pocket, oh yeah your new glasses also.
You should take off the three layers of clothing you have on, you might drown.
Rod gone by now. Start swearing and feeing like passing out.
Steve asks what is wrong and after letting him know, he said, “no don’t jump in mate, we will drag it up”.
Checked the sounder, 6m deep, we should be a chance. So after numerous attempts at dropping different lures down, it was time to jump in.
Just as I started emptying pockets, Steve spotted my line still floating near the bank.
Hooks it with his second attempt, we are a chance here.
Slowly pulled the line tight on the reel and felt the sensation of the line flowing of the spool.
Yes, the bail arm is still open. Try dropping lures down the line to the spool, no good.
The whole time Steve was trying, I was gently pulling line from the spool and finally it gripped and the rod started coming up.
I had bought the reel second hand and had no idea how the braid was attached at the end.
Lucky the knot was a large one and the braid got caught on it.
Rod and Reel back safe and sound, you bloody beauty what an introduction to dam fishing!!!!
But wait it’s not over....
Later in the day after finding a huge school of bass and throwing a large blade lure at them, with no luck, we cruised off to another spot.
When we stopped, Steve went to move up to the front of the boat. There was a bit of a clanging of rods and reels in the side rod storage.
The blade had jumped out and bitten into Steves pants! Couldn’t get it out, so Steve asked for the knife to cut it out.
After a minute or two I heard a funny tone to Steves voice as he said: “Shit mate, I think I owe you a new rod....”.
The force of the lure catching his pants had driven the tip of the rod into the front platform and snapped off the top 8 inches of it.
The rod was destined to die that day.
I rang Eric on Saturday night to let him know what had happened.
He said that If I send him the broken one he will build a new one under warranty as it is under six months old.
Only the guides can be used from the broken rod, so I think that is just an amazing deal.
He really appreciated my honesty in telling him what happened and not making up a story about breaking it while fishing.
All I have to do is pay for postage, which Steve has already paid me for.
Had a few "Gumby" moments over the weekend, but this was by far my best.
One other was pointing at a fish swirl, then realising it was after my lure and I had missed it... D##khead.
Red