G'day all, finally something to brag about: My first Mulla! Forgive the long ass story but i'm still pretty stoked...

A little background- last year we went up to Dongara at easter, and while walking out the groyne casting metals in the hope of Tailor, came across a bunch of blokes with not one, not two, but 3 nice Mullas. We (me n missus) were originally going to go to Pemberton and get some Redfin over Anzac long weekend, but my old boy had just been down and said it was pretty cold, drizzling most of the time and caught no Reddies (but lots of small trout). So we decided to head a bit north in hope of warmer weather.

Got there about midday Friday,  had a flick around the jetty and my missus got a yellotail, which i kept for bait. High tide was around 7.15 and alamanac said bite time was about 7.50- looked pretty good to me.

Headed down the groyne (with the single yellowtail) at about 4ish and out to the spot, where the same bunch of blokes (im 99% sure) from last year were already fishing. There was 2 or 3 of them at their spot and their mate was 30 odd metres away at the tip of the groyne, so we set up roughly in between. Put the yellowtail on a 2 hook snell and chucked it out, then began flicking small metals hoping for a herring or tailor.

Nothing happened for about an hour, until I landed a small Snook, which i swapped for the yellowtail and chucked out live. The yellowtail had been half eaten by shitpickers by now (eyes and guts all gone). After another hour or so, got a short, fast run, but was dropped. Checked the snook, he had been a bit mangled, one hook had ripped out and with it a chunk of flesh. Oh well, hadn't caught any more livies so hooked him up again and cast out. 

Nothing happened for the next hour or two. To her credit, my missus hadn't whinged all night (lovely weather), but she started to suggest that tonight wasn't the night, maybe we should go home- "just half an hour more, it's nearly bite time" I sad. Settled in, and almost bang on bite time, the rod went off. By the time I picked it up the line had gone slack. Bugger! Started winding in and felt weight, gave it a bit of a tug and it took off again. Yes! Head shakes. Yes again! Adrenalin started pumping, I realised my arms and legs were shaking. I called out to the other blokes and asked if they wouldn't mind manning the gaff as my missus wasn't very confident (I wouldn't be either!).

After about 5 minutes, a slab of silver popped up on the surface. A few more short runs and he was spent, I manouvered him in close and the other bloke gaffed him expertly in the head and hauled ihm up on the rocks. My first big Mulla! F@#$ Yer!