Thread: Fishing tomorrow!

Give it 15 more minutes.

The previous photos from VC tells a yarn , that as normal @veitnamcam does in his quiet unassuming way.

So here the story…

Out at way past VC’s late start time , to catch the high tide at the official ( NCC you bunch of fuckwits) launching area! We dropped in and set out all legal and correct!

Headed out of the entrance to a spectacular autumn day, just a ripple to and odd puff of wind out wide! It was magic

So I had. Bit of intel from my son of a spot that I haven’t bothered with for 20 …ok perhaps 10/12 years, always held crays but they were small and difficult, well he had swam out and had a look and apparently there were a few holding crays but it was on his max depth breath hold and cavey.

Well that lite a fire under my arse , I told VC and next thing I knew we were on an old stomping ground with me scratching my head going yip those rocks are our starting point hen we do this and that and then there’s the cray rock, this was the first time I’d seen the bottom on a sounder and it looked pretty shit, so we went back to the starting rocks …I did this , that and turned a corner to find a rock face…back to the surface …swim back to the rocks this that again and hello you beauty!

A nice keeper sitting out , what a great way to start , round and round hello my pretty another , oh you barstard the big buck was sitting just back and to the side of a keeper, ( bird in the hand is worth two in the bush) I sacked a second cray.

Feeling great ( being going to the pool 3 x a week doing lengths) I decided to save the rest of my tank for another spot.

Well that was a tits up they had being dived previously, fellers missing and spooky crays saw a nil result.

That done and with the tide running we set out wide for a late season snapper, well I’d hardly got the burley soaking and VC’s bait runner starts howling, a sound that is like gunsmoke to duck shooters or a roaring stag to hunters , smiles all round and VC lifted the rod and it bent like a staple and the reel howled in protest…you bloody beauty…a big red rose into view …

Well we thought we are on here ….the next hour spiralled into shit fish , spikies and carpet sharks , with the odd xxxl Kawahai to keep the hopes alive…
“We’ll give it 15 more minutes VC said and then bugger this , mid day fishing is always hard ….he reached over and shook the burley pot and his reel howled again, the next hour was a wonderful memory of joy , frustration and epic fishing. Nothing huge but solid fat fighting fit delicious fish.

A wonderful autumn day, with a bloody top bloke, and amazing weather!

Never ever give up!