Fixation
15-04-2006, 10:36 PM
Well we were all privileged again with the weather on Saturday to go outside and play in the wild blue yonder. It was a big group hug family trip with my parents and bro. A lot of old family stories surfaced and caning went on which helped us pass the several fishless hours we initially experienced.
The sun dipped in the sky and we anchored and shifted several times before coming to lay rest on a nice show. The moon surfaced over the horizon and mum hooked up on a fish that looked decent. Then all hell broke loose. Her live fibre just doubled over and line spewed from it like a man in a gray suit had just arrived for dinner. After a few runs the fish settled down and I had to assist mum with the capture. This wasn't going to be a short battle. I grabbed the rod and started laying into the fish but it didn't seem to turn like I wanted it to. Several more runs and I thought for sure it would have smoked me around a bommie but it's head turned and I managed to start making some ground on it. Finally after a long battle and having no gimble on for most of the fight, my fork bruised and sweat pouring from my forehead the fish finally surfaced. He was big and ugly. The big estuary cod lay there. He was totally spent on his side looking at all these weirdos peering at him over the side. Not sure of the weight but someone (dad) had decided to take the gaff out in the tinney crabbing the other day and forgot to put it back in the big boat. So we shimmied the head of this big beast into the landing net and prayed we could lift him in. After a quick struggle we swung him into the boat and had him laying on the floor ready for a photo. Couple of shots were taken (No I didn't hit him with the bat either in the photo) and we swung him over the side and pieced his swim bladder and sent him on his way.
Morale in the boat changed from fish less depression to laughter and jokes as the bite heated up over the next 2 hours. Mainly coralies were hitting the deck and no one complained. Bro hooked up to a nice cobe and battled it in after a nice little fight. Not having caught one of these he thought that it was a mutant remora when it surfaced. Another smaller cod, parrot and a few moses and more coralies continued to hit the deck amongst the large number of under size reds.
Legs started to tire (on the older folk) after being out in the nice ground swell and the call was made to head home about 9pm. Leaving them on the bite but feeling like we had a great trip. Cruised home in reasonable conditions. Heard many ausfishers on the 2 way as well. Hope everyone has had a great easter. The weather certainly has been kind to us all.
The sun dipped in the sky and we anchored and shifted several times before coming to lay rest on a nice show. The moon surfaced over the horizon and mum hooked up on a fish that looked decent. Then all hell broke loose. Her live fibre just doubled over and line spewed from it like a man in a gray suit had just arrived for dinner. After a few runs the fish settled down and I had to assist mum with the capture. This wasn't going to be a short battle. I grabbed the rod and started laying into the fish but it didn't seem to turn like I wanted it to. Several more runs and I thought for sure it would have smoked me around a bommie but it's head turned and I managed to start making some ground on it. Finally after a long battle and having no gimble on for most of the fight, my fork bruised and sweat pouring from my forehead the fish finally surfaced. He was big and ugly. The big estuary cod lay there. He was totally spent on his side looking at all these weirdos peering at him over the side. Not sure of the weight but someone (dad) had decided to take the gaff out in the tinney crabbing the other day and forgot to put it back in the big boat. So we shimmied the head of this big beast into the landing net and prayed we could lift him in. After a quick struggle we swung him into the boat and had him laying on the floor ready for a photo. Couple of shots were taken (No I didn't hit him with the bat either in the photo) and we swung him over the side and pieced his swim bladder and sent him on his way.
Morale in the boat changed from fish less depression to laughter and jokes as the bite heated up over the next 2 hours. Mainly coralies were hitting the deck and no one complained. Bro hooked up to a nice cobe and battled it in after a nice little fight. Not having caught one of these he thought that it was a mutant remora when it surfaced. Another smaller cod, parrot and a few moses and more coralies continued to hit the deck amongst the large number of under size reds.
Legs started to tire (on the older folk) after being out in the nice ground swell and the call was made to head home about 9pm. Leaving them on the bite but feeling like we had a great trip. Cruised home in reasonable conditions. Heard many ausfishers on the 2 way as well. Hope everyone has had a great easter. The weather certainly has been kind to us all.