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After having to cancel my planned trip to Googong with Red & company i was hanging for a yak and convinced some family members that a few hours at Lake Burley Griffin over lunch on saturday would be a good idea, it was slightly overcast and cloudy keeping my fair-skinned Step Mother and Brother fairly safe from the otherwise high U.V readings.
Small winds of about 6 knots were present with the lake in full swing rendering the main basins a hazardous affair with water craft a plenty, I launched with dad and paddled from Yarralumla Bay over towards the Mountain Peninsula to be greeted with 6 teams of rowers ( Young stundents ) accompanied by 6 tinnies all over my fave spot... i jockeyed, tacked, hung close to the shore but was not given much room and felt pressured to accept defeat.
The water was the brownest i had seen it in a long time as we had two quick severe storms over Canberra last week with reports of boats tossed into trees at the Yacht club, debris and colour didnt seem to effect lure colour selection as the route taken was of similar outings before so i knew what to do, Small pakrats were distributed in effective patterns!
Soon after rounding the point were Claire and I were succesfull a few days previous i trolled up a Redfin just shy of 30cms, Dad seemed impressed and took some photos whilst casting my newly spooled 4lb crystal Fireline a decent distance... but his body was aching with some minor issues so after about 1hr we went into shore to drop him off and pick up my Step Brother Chris ( On his way to Albury for another promotional course ).
Leaving the safety of the bay i was on again, Lure had been in the water no longer than 30 seconds and Chris realised i was using his favourite lure but i assured him that the black Pakrat was a great pattern ( Little did he know i wasnt joking! ), Turning round near the smaller Island we could see my Dad had waded out a few steps from the bank round near the bay with the spare rod and reel desperate for a fish!
As we approached after another 1/2 hour he yelled out at us ' Get any more? ' and almost like clockwork on daylight savings time Chris's rod went off and the braid actually peeled from his drag setting, I was sure he had a native but another bully Redfin of about 32cm was dragged aboard the yak by my pussy Brother and his fear of handling fish... he would die for you, Go to war for you, but touch a fish... uh uh.
All this time my dad was watching whilst casting out his red Celta along the banks, he had a few hits over the hour and landed this nice Redfin for his first since the early 1960's at the Torrens river in Adelaide, every one had caught a fish so my mission was complete and the girls had lunch ready at the launch site... Sunburned and stoked we departed the lake to the feast prepared by my Step Mother and wonderfull Girlfriend Claire.
Small winds of about 6 knots were present with the lake in full swing rendering the main basins a hazardous affair with water craft a plenty, I launched with dad and paddled from Yarralumla Bay over towards the Mountain Peninsula to be greeted with 6 teams of rowers ( Young stundents ) accompanied by 6 tinnies all over my fave spot... i jockeyed, tacked, hung close to the shore but was not given much room and felt pressured to accept defeat.
The water was the brownest i had seen it in a long time as we had two quick severe storms over Canberra last week with reports of boats tossed into trees at the Yacht club, debris and colour didnt seem to effect lure colour selection as the route taken was of similar outings before so i knew what to do, Small pakrats were distributed in effective patterns!
Soon after rounding the point were Claire and I were succesfull a few days previous i trolled up a Redfin just shy of 30cms, Dad seemed impressed and took some photos whilst casting my newly spooled 4lb crystal Fireline a decent distance... but his body was aching with some minor issues so after about 1hr we went into shore to drop him off and pick up my Step Brother Chris ( On his way to Albury for another promotional course ).
Leaving the safety of the bay i was on again, Lure had been in the water no longer than 30 seconds and Chris realised i was using his favourite lure but i assured him that the black Pakrat was a great pattern ( Little did he know i wasnt joking! ), Turning round near the smaller Island we could see my Dad had waded out a few steps from the bank round near the bay with the spare rod and reel desperate for a fish!
As we approached after another 1/2 hour he yelled out at us ' Get any more? ' and almost like clockwork on daylight savings time Chris's rod went off and the braid actually peeled from his drag setting, I was sure he had a native but another bully Redfin of about 32cm was dragged aboard the yak by my pussy Brother and his fear of handling fish... he would die for you, Go to war for you, but touch a fish... uh uh.
All this time my dad was watching whilst casting out his red Celta along the banks, he had a few hits over the hour and landed this nice Redfin for his first since the early 1960's at the Torrens river in Adelaide, every one had caught a fish so my mission was complete and the girls had lunch ready at the launch site... Sunburned and stoked we departed the lake to the feast prepared by my Step Mother and wonderfull Girlfriend Claire.
