Just a follow up to my topic last week.  No one followed us out on Saturday because no one else went out on Saturday.  And with good reason...  The weather was poo with a bit of crap thrown in on top.  And to make things worse, there were no Kwells in the glove box when we got to the ramp!!!  Aaaaargh!  I hadn't been out fishing without popping a couple of Kwells in over 10 years (the last time I got sea sick). 

So out we head as the sun poked it's head over the hills.  It wasn't too bad at that stage with light SE winds creating a few lumps to negotiate.  By the time we got out there, I was already feeling a bit crook.  Oh oh.  I kept my mouth shut and fished on as I didn't want to upset the old man and kill all the hope and excitement of catching a big one.

After a while, with only a few shit fish and a Seargent Baker for bait brought on board, I was getting worse and couldn't hold on any more.  Projecting an interesting fluid out of my mouth and over the side of the boat.  I thought Cornflakes and Milk were going to find there way back up but the only thing that made it out was (i think) water???

Anyway, I pushed on, feeling a bit better after that and we decided to head a bit further out to a spot which had produced well in the past.  By the time we got out there just after 9am, the winds had picked right up and after giving it a go for 10 mins, hoping it would die off a bit, we decided to pull the pin.  I was getting more sick again and the seas were quite big.

It was a slow and dissapointing ride back in and after pulling the boat back on the trailer and looking out at the ocean, you would swear that it was good fishing weather.  It shows how deceiving the ocean can be and how quickly it can change out there.

So no photos - which under the circumstances is probably a good thing.  It just wasn't meant to be.  Maybe next time.  Hope others had more luck!