To start the bragging, I’ve spent most of my xmas break on the family riviera, drinking and relaxing in the sun at Thompsons bay, Rotto... But, between relaxing, drinking and bad weather, I did managed to get out of the water and onto my hobie kayak which i've set up for a bit of fishing.
 

Arriving at Rotto on xmas eve, the weather was unreal, the wind dropped to nothing, and the water glassed off… So, after dark, I headed out from Thompsons bay around to Parker Point, covering over 14km there and back. This trip turned out to be an awesome night, catching Dhuies, KGs, Pinkies, and some of the biggest Snook I’ve seen, most well over a meter long, and all on 7" gulps.... Ended up heading back a 2am though, keeping only the 75cm Pinky and and 50cm KG for xmas lunch and dinner...

After this 6 hour trip, my battery was completely drained, so over the next couple of trips, the sounder was off, and I was blind casting (XD) and relying on my GPS, which proved to be very unsuccessful, with only 1 small Dhuie caught...
These 2 trips really made me realize how much I rely on my fish finder, so before heading out again, a charge in the battery was in need.. luckily we had a battery booster on board, which was able to charge it up for one more trip.
 

After a week of poor weather, came our last day on the boat, and my last chance to head out offshore on the kayak again… The idea was to boat around to parker point for the day, but after setting up ready to go, this idea was cut short, as one of the engines could not start when turning the key. A quick insepction, and I soon found the cooling system had sprung a leak during our trip over, flooding the starter motor with saltwater, and causing some serious corrosion on the contacts and solenoid....
Nothing could stop me from fishing this day… so I managed to strip the starter motor off the engine, and by using bits and pieces around the boat, a can of CRC and a spring from a clothes peg, I rebuilt it McGuyver style into working condition :)
 

4 hours later, covered in grease, we were off to the crystal clear 'pool like’ waters of Parker point, where I set out on my last trip on the yak,  soon to become my most memorable fishing experience ever. Half way out, I realized I had forgotten my camera, but as the sea breeze was picking up, there was no time to waste… My target for the day was to catch a decent dhuie, so a little searching and I was over some good arches, though it seemed the fish did not want to play, each drop resulting in my plastic lure coming back annihilated by shit fish …
After 2 1/2 packs of gulps destroyed, I had almost given up for the day. But theres always time for that one last cast, so before heading back in, I decided to check out if there was any action under the birds diving further out.
A quick peddle over, and in no time, I was on top of large bait ball… then appeared the massive arches under them.
In no rush, I turned on my shark shield, picked up my Nitro Viper (which i had previously rigged with a 7” Cajun Chicken Jerkshad and a heavy duty jig head) and cast out into the wind, so as to drift back over the school.
Before I could wind in any slack line, the lure was smashed!!! my Viper loads up, and strangely, after setting the hook, I was able to wind back most of my line. A little confused as to what this dead weight on the end of my line could be, I glance over to find a huge shadow beneath me, then suddenly a massive flash of silver, as it takes a diving run towards open water… HOLY !$&%^!$ S#!+ this thing was fast… Peeling nearly the whole spool of my 150ft 15lb braid from my Sol 3000 in seconds... 
I quickly realized I need to keep up, so by pedaling and winding like crazy, I was able to get back on top of the fish, still unable to turn its head. From then, all I could do was hold on and attempt to tire this monste  It was intense, the fish stayed deep and the weight and headshakes were almost pulling the rod from my grips…
The next run was just as powerful as the first, as the fish took off towards the sanctuary zone into shallow reefy waters...
I realized i had no chance in these shallow reefs, so locking down my drag was my only option. This followed a good 45 mins of been towed, and taken for a ride, until it finally tired. As I slowly worked the fish up to the surface, both of us completly buggered, it brought back memories of a couple of lost chances with these fish... This was actually my 3rd YTK i've hooked in perths waters (last 2 from a boat), both lost at the net, so the pressure was on. After carefully gaffing, and lifting over my knees, then sliding the monster head first into the front hatch, I think I was too exhausted for the manditory 'yeehhaa!' of victory. Just a biig deep breath, before I headed back towards the boat, where my old man had already spotted me and had the camera ready.
What made it great, were the looks of shock and disbelief from everyone around, as I lifted this massive yellow tail from the front hatch of my kayak for a few snaps. Sweet victory! I finally landed one :)
Back on the boat, while enjoying a very very cold beer, I bled the fish and put on ice… measuring in at 1.3m long, and an estimated ~25kg.

Anyways, I feel very bad for keeping this fish, but as it is the 3rd I’ve hooked, and my 1st landed, I really wanted a photo..
Don’t worry, it will not go to waste… My family nearly exclusively eat fish, so it won’t last long