Couple of mates and my self headed up to Jurien on Friday looking for a marlin after seeing some favourable looking water on ripcharts and an epic forecast. The weather didn disappoint and we headed out in my mate gregs refurbed 19ft Douglas craft centre console. Got to the shelf after about an hours running and to our fortune found a random float that was surrounded by mahi mahi. Mate Sam ties on a stickbait, lobs it out and gets ravaged by a pack of hungry dollies. Hooks a smaller one which carries on jumping around in typical fashion, gaff, spike, bleed, ice repeat. We all take turns catching a couple small to medium ones for the bin, epic watching them crawl all over a high speed skipping stickbait. Then we’re off again looking for the edge of the warm water we were hunting We put the gear in at about the 800m line and continued west. As we neared the area we thought the edge of the current should be at around the 1000m line we found a line of scum,( algae? Coral spawn?) with birds working in patches and sauries showering out of the water in their hundreds. Weve made the decision that this is where we are going to concentrate our days efforts and begin to mow the grass over a couple of kms of water between the two converging currents. The whole area was littered with patches of bait and bird on the surface and some good size bait balls in the top 40 metres of water. We thought surely there had to be a hungry unicorn around here somewhere but after a few hours of back and forth and nothing to show we started to second guess ourselves and begun heading south loooking for something else. After about 45 mins heading south and seeing nothing we decided we were idiots for leaving that much bait and turned back. I decided a lie down was in order, weve had quite a few bites up north when I have a nanna nap, and as we got back to the area with all the life I came to. As I;m saying to Greg ‘we shouldve had a bite while I was sleeping’ the long rigger gets knocked out of the clip and screams off but drops the lure. We’re all screaming and carrying on at this stage, and as Greg resets the lure the fish erupts on the short corner lure and a chunky blue jumps through the middle of the spread. The long corner reel starts screaming and were all looking at each other dumbfounded whether we’ve got two fish or if its been fouled up on the jump. I was on strike first so I pulled the closest teaser in and.grabbed the first rod, harness on, let’s do this. Sam and Greg clear the rest of the gear, sams in the other harness, game on. We settle in but both lines are going in the same direction and feel like theyre rubbing so off comes my harness and after a little bit of dancing and rod sewing we get them untangled. Straight after sams line goes slack we then figure it mustve been foul hooked on the initial jump. The fight goes on and about 40 minutes later the fish comes up without too much nonsense. First fish south of exmouth for all of us so was bloody satisfying .

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