With the forecast at 20+ knots yesterday morning Jeffo (Deepwater) was rather suprised that I'd given him a bell saying it was a goer.  We decided to set the leave time for around 12pm as there were a few other small errands we had to do as the boat had just had a near on complete refit.

Anyway, to the fishing, we got out to the spot around 1.30 to a decent 6-10knot northerly which we knew was going to drop as the afternoon wore on.  The weather didn't really worry us that much as we were just happy to be giving the boat a good run and having the confidence in the old girl to get us out there and back in safely.  Having said that, when we got to our new spot and saw the sounder all lit up, we knew it was about to be a goood fishing trip.  First 2 drops resulted in 3 goldband and 1 pearl perch, the next 5 drops resulted in 5 goldband and our baglimit.  (1 less goldie in the bag photo as it was eaten last night)

Deciding to move from the deepwater we put out a spread of Richters and trolled into our shallower ground and with the conditions becoming near on glassy, we were feeling rather confident.  After an hour or so Jeff mentioned that we were about 50m from this new spot he had found and that if there was ever going to be a time where we would get a strike, this was it.  As happens on a good fishing day, bang, on, wahoo jumps across the spread and good bye lure.  Taking that as an omen, we pulled in the lures, dropped to the bottom and were smashed by spanglies.  By this time the current was starting to rip and we were moving through some awesome ground, we would get one opportunity to strike before the bait was gone.  On the 4th drift I was monstered by something and ended up devo, but luckily Jeffro turned it around by bringing up a decent red.  After that we did a few more drifts and ended up releasing a few spango's for fun.  We then headed back to the ramp in amongst the whales and manta rays and managed to beat the queue of ramp boggers, which I was most happy about as I was already running late for dinner engagements.

Deciding to fillet the fish this morning we went down to the tables to see a few envious faces, but the funniest part is young Alex and his ability to know where the fish are.  Hassling dad out about having to fish at the filleting tables and the 'dad, the boat ramp is soooo much better', so dad gave in and said you can have a few casts at the ramp.  Well, as it would be, 2nd cast Alex gets smashed up nearly at his feet and landed this solid little marina fish and turned around later saying, told ya dad, I 'donged' it.  Classic!

Cheers,

Adam