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The weather was foul, evil and obviously anticipated our arrival,
A small antipodal band of brothers ( Myself and Funda ) left Canberra around 6am bound for the southern coastal region of Bateman’s Bay, Gordon Schumway and Craig450 were camping somewhere near the Clyde and were eager to meet up and join in an offshore sortie hopefully at Maloney’s Beach or our plan b ( Casey’s Beach ).
Arriving before the other two members we quickly relayed our disappointment via mobile phone indicating Maloney’s was a no go zone, the beach was blown out completely ( Waves were even closed out ) so we moved on to plan b, an ominous storm was approaching with fierce lightning crashing in the distance making for some nervous moments while transporting our graphite rods to our yaks.
The rain was pelting, the wind picked up and the current streamed through the gap between Snapper Island and the mainland just as I was assuring Craig would be fine venturing out on his first offshore launch. Making our way behind the Island to the safe secluded area Funda managed to land four undersized Flathead before I could set my Pilchards adrift, the action was very slow with Craig and I lucking out on the fish front.
Craig headed back in to meet A.L.F and move to the Clyde under the main bridge into town while we persevered hoping to find out why the Island was named after the species we so desperately wanted to catch, the wind changed to its predicted southerly a little earlier than expected and at one stage I had drifted half way to maloneys, we both headed in exhausted and disappointed but happy to be giving it a go… Five minutes to get out and half an hour to return to the launch spot, both kayaks handling the conditions well.
Heading back into town we cruised into the Harry’s tackle shop to browse the merchandise before purchasing some disappointing local fare ( Least it was salty eh AL? ), spied the unmistakable colour of Craig’s Frenzy in the far car park locating them under the bridge in search of some legal Flathead, apparently they managed a few even after I hurled abuse on the way over the bridge catching Craig’s attention with my colourfull choice of words… Too harsh for this perfect forum!
Got home around 3pm looking forward to rest and relaxation, no keeper fish were heading for the freezer but tales of woe and participation will be entered into the AKFF monthly fishing comp, without the state vs. state event both our entry’s will effect each others in a negative fashion but its all good for Hobie? ( May the best yak win eh? ).
