Headed out yesterday avo for a bit of a solo mission in the tinny. Waited till the avo for the easterlies to die away and ended up leaving hillarys at around 230. had a pretty slow day but a reward at the end.

Had a dive out the back of little island. Being alone did it at a random shallow bit of reef, vis was pretty average at only a few meters and can't remember the last time i did a solo dive looking over my shoulder as much as i did yesterday. I was hoping for at least a few crays after seeing the pro's had their strings in 26meters the other day, it had me guessing they are comin back in. saw only two crays for the whole dive, bagged them both with one being half a mil under.

Surfaced with the wind coming from the west at about ten knots and hardly any chop so i belted out to 30 meters to troll some skirts around. I arrived to a mass of bait being busted up everywhere. The next hour had me trolling and casting out everything i had at them and I ended up giving it away when i noticed the bait were only around a centimeter or two, had nothing that would match that. So i headed in to behind three mile to try my luck at a mac around high tide... 2 hours and around 10 miles covering the 17m ledge from three mile to staggies for nothing but a little spotted mackerel that fought about as hard as the usual clump of seaweed. That went back as it was too small to keep for bait. Kept soldiering on, making bzzzzzzzz mouth noises all the way to keep the excitement and motivation going.  On my last pass of the reef just after six i figured i'd turn back and do one shallow pass behind the reef before packing it in for the day, my luck was defianately all gone when a pod of dolphins started buzzing the wake of the boat and playing in the spread. Being lazy i kept the lures in and turned back on my track to mark a good bit of reef i missed for a potential dive site, 20 meters short i was astonished to actually see my rod bouncing around in the holder and line peeling off, stoked and all by myself panic set in as i weighed up wether to retrieve the spread or put pressure on the fish. I knew i'd kick myself if i lost it to a tangle so I got the spread in with the fish luckily still peeling off line. Stoked ten minutes later to have a nice blue fin in the boat just as the sun was starting to set! pushed down the bathroom scales to 8kg, not bad for 12 meters of water! Happy as, flew back to the ramp to come home for a tuna feast!!

Sorry bout pic quality but its hard to take self portraits in a rocking boat!