Just for something different, this year when asked what I wanted to do for my birthday, I said I wanted to go fishing. (Don’t know why they asked?) So the missus, the kids, my parents and sister, plus friends and I headed out to the shack for a couple of days. The weather forecast was looking good so straight after work on Friday we headed out.

After dumping the stuff at the shack we headed out wide for a brief popping session.  I had two solid hits, one from a monster of a fish but unfortunately nothing stuck.

Throwing some poppers as the sun goes down.

The next morning we woke up early and headed out for a bottom bash. Matt hooked a nice cod on trawl and I caught a solid little queenie on a soft plastic. My mate john caught some small trout and a few snapper and things were looking good until the sharks moved in and after several bust ups a change of plan was needed.

Matts cod

Queenie on SP

We decided to head back out and try for another GT. It only took about 10mins for the first solid hit, but once again no hook up. By this point I was starting ask serious questions as I had not yet caught a decent G buss on popper.  However two casts later my popper was smashed once again. This time I managed to stay connected. Only fishing shallow water I was forced to not so gently persuade the fish he didn’t want to go under several bombies. When he came aboard the back treble was completely missing, split ring and all. It wasn’t a monster but it was a good way to open my GT innings. And I am stoked.

PB GT

After this john and I swapped, me on the wheel and he throwing the poppers around. We did this for another half hour but had no love. The wind started coming up and we were nacked so we headed back to the shack for lunch. Apart from a quick cray sesh that arvo, the rest of the trip was spent kicking back sinking a few with friend and family. Bloody good way to spend a birthday if you ask me.   

Crays