I'm not usually one to take the boat out alone, but with the weather on hand, and the fact I fly back to work tomorrow, at last minute I decided to give it a crack. Had the anchor set just before sunrise in around 8 metres. Out went the baits while I rigged up a plastic on the flicky. First bait got smashed after 5 minutes and up came a 58 cm pinky, which was surprisingly followed up by his mates. Not huge, but the second of that size in a week and in the esky she went.
Baited up again and started a burley trail, to which 4 big sambos started sniffing around. Floated unweighted mulies down, but I think they could see the hooks, due to the perfect weather. Could see them swimming around eating the cubed burley but flatly refusing anything with a hook in it.... Until I turned my back to grab a drink and heard my reel screaming in protest. Holy shit did it give me some curry! After one hell of a fight, I boated the fish and stared in amazement. I've never caught a sambo before and I'll be rooted, my first one cracked the metre! Grabbed a pic and back in she went. The feeling of catching and releasing such a fish is surreal.
The action slowed down so I finally got back to that flicky with the plastic. Im a plastic virgin, only just started using them after a mate convinced me to have a go. Although it was nothing serious, I broke the virgin status and boated a few good sized skippy, which were all returned.
At the turn of 10 am, I had a feed in the esky, had a battle with a monster sambo and caught my first fish on plastic. Heading back to the ramp, after ticking a few boxes on the list, I couldn't help but to think how much I love it when a last minute plan just comes together.