A telephone call from Dave(y) the night before had cemented the day out. The two fat bastards where going out in the (hornet) basket. The forecast was reasonable, the winds moderate and the swell and seas low.

Despite all the years going fishing, especially in boats (mine and others), I slept restlessly and finally gave up, getting up at 04:30am. Quite doable, when you've hit the hay at 08:00pm the previous evening, after some dental work that Friday evening (the perfect way to rap up a working week).

Gear packed, and after a short stop at an Albany Service Station for supplies, I arrived at Dave's place and we were in the water just after 07:00am.

Already, the Emu Point boat ramp car park was half full, with cars/trailers that had disgorged numerous small boats for what look liked part of a fishing comp scheduled for this weekend.

As we manoeuvred our way out of Oyster Harbour, we discussed the plan of attack and decided on trolling out to the islands. Half way across King George Sound, Dave suggested we pull the lures up and increase the speed to make Breaksea (the outer of two islands) before the wind came up.

20 minutes later, after plenty of samples of how warm the water was, especially when bow sprayed, one Dave(y) and flat bottomed me arrived and scouted around of the south west tip. We both agreed it was too much on the lumpy side and headed for the shelter of calmer waters between Michaelmas and Breaksea Islands. That was, of course, after I had reacquainted the skipper with where we'd been and Central Channel (between the Islands) wasn't King George Sound.

It's a worry when the skipper becomes disorientated, especially LOL.

Anyway, we dropped the pick on the leeward side of the outer island and I managed a couple of small skippy, with Dave(y) doing his superb best not to show me up, by selflessly not catching anything. Dave said that it was (apparently) very hard for him to achieve that. What a kind honest guy!

Dive.com (a local dive charter) soon arrived, so that signalled the end of that spot. So we pulled the pick and poked the bow of the boat out at the south east end of Breaksea. I managed a respectable breaksea (BA) cod whilst Dave continued on very determined not to show me up by catching a small Nanny, but only after I had. What a kind honest guy!

Due to the orthodontically administered anaesthetic the previous night (AND ONLY THAT REASON!) I unfortunately started an involuntary burlying session so, Dave, having continued to considerately not catch any fish, suggested we move in closer.

At this point Dave's consideration diminished, when he very cruely and completely inaccurately spuriously (sic) suggested that other reasons for my bilious state, which included, but was not limited to, my parentage, my wife, my 'equiptment' etc etc. You get the idea.

Once underway, I went for the 'kill or cure' approach and stuffed a cold sausage roll into my gullet. I soon felt remarkably better and the 'tete a tete' between Dave and I ceased to be one sided (et all, Dave giving me sh*t, while I just tried to live).

I (ME Dave, right!! LOL) SUGGESTED a KG spot that I knew and we soon dropped the pick after I landed a decent kidney slapper. Dave continued to hone the fine art of not catching anything! The EVENTUALLY he caught a decent skippy (that somehow must have missed my line).

The wind soon blew up, so we trolled back into King George Sound, stopped briefly near Middleton beach for a short fish, which included me releasing a small pike that had lodged on to my bibbed lure and Dave, well, doing what he does best - catching buggar all!

With the afternoon marching on, and some bait we had left, Dave suggested we head to a SPOT he knew, and I was soon latching on to more KGs. OH!!! I nearly forgot Dave even caught some too!  

THANKS AGAIN DAVE - ANOTHER GREAT DAY OUT MATE - Looking forward to returning the favours when we finally get our car back so we can take my boat out mate!