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Paddy was itching for his maiden offshore voyage in the PA, so despite a fairly dodgy forecast we set forth early in the drizzle and gloom, and watched the weather become ever better as we neared our destination. We finally launched in glorious sunshine . Although he has recently sold his entire fleet, Craig just can’t seem to drag himself away from the yak scene, and mysteriously arrived at the same time we did and was gagging to help drag the yaks down the beach .
The day progressed fairly uneventfully, until we headed in to fish some shallower ground. Paddy scored the mother of all runs on his barra combo, and after extracting the fish from the clutches of the reef, he laid into a massive tug of war, with neither rubber-lipped warrior giving an inch for many minutes. Eventually the smaller of the two yielded and was dragged aboard. Neither of us had ever seen such a freaking huge morwong , it was a real cracker of a specimen and especially good to see it landed it on a plastic.
The wind started to gust up to somewhat uncomfortable velocities, but in the lulls between the gusts it was a pleasure to be on the water. I was stoked to add a new species to the list – not a big fish but one that I’ve often looked at pictures of but never really thought I’d catch - a Tassel-snouted flathead. He was 27cm (they only grow to about 40cm). In the next few hours I scored a pan sized snapper and we both dropped really good fish after scorching initial runs, before the wind blew us off the water at around 1pm. We set off for home content but wondering of what might have been …….good times.
