Anchored up on 3 mile today just off Hillaries near a likely looking lump in hopes of a good, short morning sesh. Absolutely beautiful morning and I was feeling good as we berleyed up.

Rig my bream combo with an unweighted circle hook and cast out into the trail. In no time I was tangling with a 40+cm skippy that gave my little outfit all she wanted. For the next 45 minutes we had fun with a big school of skippy in that size range.

Suddenly the ultra-light rod in my literally bent over double and my little Daiwa was screaming. Another minute and I was buried in the reef. I was so pissed I almost chucked my rod in the water!! Five minutes later, I'm rerigged, and it happens again. So I put the light rod aside and break out the horse. I'm so excited to drag up whatever monster that busted me off. Problem is nobody under the water wanted to play with the heavy line.

So I've got one rig that they'll hit but can't bring them in....and one rig that could bring them in....but nobody will hit it. hmmmm....this fishing thing ain't so easy... So all in all, a great morning on the water and delicious dinner tonight....but still the lingering frustration of the ones that got away...

maybe they'll be waiting for me next week!