Well, last break myself, Woody and Wirthy decided to make an assault on Carnarvon.  The original plan was to do a nightfish from the Jetty then spend a couple of days fishing Garths rock, all depending on the weather.

After dropping into Telomac in town and having a chat with Ben & Mario, we got the lowdown on what was happening and headed off to the jetty for an evening fish.  To cut a long story short it blew it's arse off and was colder than my ex-wife so next day we dropped back into the tackle shop for another chat and to get some bait.  The boys put us onto a beach with some nice gutters and we spent the arvo fishing the rocks around north of Quobba for a couple of nice fish, a brilliantly coloured spangly, gold spot trevally and got smashed by a few unseens.

We decided to move on to our next spot as it was getting late in the arvo.  We set ourselves up on the beach and lobbed some yellowtail fillets out into the gutters.  Just before dark both Wirthy and Woody had a good run each but failed to hook up.  As the sun sank below the horizon Woodys rod started to buck and dance and he raced to it and set the hook.  Five minutes later in the torchlight a beautiful Mulloway showed itself to us, this was what we had come for.  The lie detector told us 7kgs, we were wrapped, baits were reset and we waited.

The boys had decided to call it a night as we had a drive back into town when Wirthy yelled out that my rod had gone over.  By the time I got to it the fish had dragged it down the beach and was entering the water.  I lifted the rod, and on, this felt like a solid fish, some good runs and bumps.   Big headshakes gave it away that this was no shark and as it came into view in the shore break we realised that this was a better fish. The scales pulled down to 16.7kg, and we were stoked.  I decided to keep it as the fridge at home was empty of fish.

Next day we decided to hit Garths rock as it was our last day before having to head home to Tom Vegas.  Well it's been a long while since I climbed into a rock spot, actually have never since being in WA so both Wirthy and I were a bit apprehensive about the track that Woody suggested, that being straight down, quite similar to the cliffs of Gallopilli.  That didn't happen and we walked in from Camp Rock, definitely not a walk/climb for the faint hearted.  Anyway once down on the ledge we watched schooling tuna busting up not too far out.  About my third cast I came up tight on a nice mack tuna around the 8kg mark, released to fight another day, had forgotten how much fun these are from the rocks.

Woody then hooked up on a nice Estuary Cod, quick photo then back he went as we had enough fish in the freezer.  Not long after he played tug a war with a much bigger cod which he somehow managed to land, great fish from the rocks.  Well the SouWester was starting to come in and the sea starting to build so we made the decision to leg it while we still could.  Anyone been to Garths before knows why as the Gauntlet would be impassable in any sort of swell.

All in all a great trip with good mates.  Also forgot to mention that both Mulloway were mine and Woody's first real Mulla that weren't soapies, woohoo!! We'll Be Back......