After a reasonable night out last Saturday chasing the pinks with my mate Dean (Dirt), I gave him a call to organise another pinkie session for last night. Leaving Woodies ramp at around 3.00pm with a 20 knot + ssw breeze we decided we’d hit the same ground we fished on the last trip. After the calm conditions last Saturday, making it difficult to keep position on anchor, the strong breeze and current we had this time was holding the boat in perfect position and the slick from the burly trail was pretty impressive. With a rod out each, now it was just a matter of kicking back with a coldie and waiting. As it usually happens leading into the change of light the little ones started to feed with a few under size pinkies keeping us amused, suddenly my rod was hit by something that had a little more weight to it and after a short fight a nice 55cm pinkie was measured and released. It was just starting to get dark now and Dean gets a touch on his outfit, then bang this fish is peeling line of his reel like there’s no tomorrow on his light gear. Once again we were thinking ray? Shark? This fish worked Dean from one side of the boat to the anther with some amazing runs finally in the light from my headlamp there’s a flash of colour and the cry comes out “holy shit” it’s another horse of a pinkie. This fish measure 88cm. That’s three pinks over 80cm Dean’s pulled off this spot now on different occasions. He’s a big fish magnet!... lol.

 After some high fives and a few photos it was back to concentrating on the fishing, and shortly after, my rod buckles over and I can feel the distinctive head shake only a pinkie gives. After a short fight another 57cm snapper comes on board, as my bag was looking a little sad so this one I decided to put on ice.

We are now in total darkness and it’s around 7.45pm and we’re still getting the undersize fish hitting our baits, little buggers. Suddenly there’s a touch on my rod. I lift it out of the holder, in anticipation. I feel some weight and it almost felt like a big squid pulling on my bait...I strike....Oh boy this ain’t no squid. Away it went, but again giving me the feeling that “shit is this a bloody ray”? But after a few decent runs I felt a couple of nice thumps through the rod that had me saying to Dean, I think I might have a horse pinkie!  Once again as flash of colour comes at the rear of the boat and it’s a beautiful big snapper that is nicely netted by dean and my PB Pink Snapper is lying on the deck of the boat. It blew out the Re-Pete fish ruler at 92cm. Totally stoked!....Big high fives and a hug and time for some pics.

A little while later and I was on again with another fish that was giving some really good head shakes and taking some line of the reel. After another good fight, another beautifully coloured pink snapper is netted by Dean. This fish measures 82cm. What a fantastic pink snapper session with a good mate. Not good about the footy score though.

 Hope you enjoyed the thread on our Pink Addiction!

Cheers

Paul

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