stonecold
18-12-2007, 09:06 AM
After a quick assessment of the weeks work I decided that I could shoot through early yesterday afternoon and have a quick paddle on the yak...maybe even catch a fish.
I decided that I'd give Ballina a miss as my fishin mojo has deserted me there...dont know what I did to deserve that but things are just not happening for me in that part of the world at present.
Landed in Evans Head with the rain drizzling down...hmmm the work desk looked comfortable at that stage.
Ahh well I was there might as well have a crack...paddled up to a deep hole and proceded to throw all sorts of softies at the snags, bank, drop offs for zilch... I drifted with the current and continued my assault..for zilch....at 40 and about 36 years of fishing wisdom under my belt I was stumped..not even a wiggler lizzard. At this stage I was starting to think my mojo had deserted me all together...even consoling myself that it was great just to be on the water wasn't working...The rain helped that thought.
What the bl##$dy hell have I got to do to catch a fish? I guess you get into a habit and just stick with it until something happens to change your thinking.
I started thinking a bout a few of the young fellas here abouts what would they do....Dunno!
It was about that time that the annoying drone of a million cicadas became to much....noisy little buggers..hang on thats it where'd I stick those poppers.. four casts later and I'm on to a fiesty little bream, and so it continued. I can catch a fish woohoo!
I rounded the next bend and snuck up on a snag that I'd expect to catch bass on much further up the system. The popper landed right at the back...flick pop.. pop crash.. hang on this isn't a bream..its RED with teeth and it had MY popper in its gob...well its taken a bloody long time but I finally caught a jack, only a little tacker maybe 23cm (at a guess) but a jack none the less...this is more like it.
I continued on and caught another half dozen little bream all the while listening to those fantastic little cicadas..my new mates.
Thanks to the younger fellas on this site that taught this older bloke a thing or to...I'm stoked
I decided that I'd give Ballina a miss as my fishin mojo has deserted me there...dont know what I did to deserve that but things are just not happening for me in that part of the world at present.
Landed in Evans Head with the rain drizzling down...hmmm the work desk looked comfortable at that stage.
Ahh well I was there might as well have a crack...paddled up to a deep hole and proceded to throw all sorts of softies at the snags, bank, drop offs for zilch... I drifted with the current and continued my assault..for zilch....at 40 and about 36 years of fishing wisdom under my belt I was stumped..not even a wiggler lizzard. At this stage I was starting to think my mojo had deserted me all together...even consoling myself that it was great just to be on the water wasn't working...The rain helped that thought.
What the bl##$dy hell have I got to do to catch a fish? I guess you get into a habit and just stick with it until something happens to change your thinking.
I started thinking a bout a few of the young fellas here abouts what would they do....Dunno!
It was about that time that the annoying drone of a million cicadas became to much....noisy little buggers..hang on thats it where'd I stick those poppers.. four casts later and I'm on to a fiesty little bream, and so it continued. I can catch a fish woohoo!
I rounded the next bend and snuck up on a snag that I'd expect to catch bass on much further up the system. The popper landed right at the back...flick pop.. pop crash.. hang on this isn't a bream..its RED with teeth and it had MY popper in its gob...well its taken a bloody long time but I finally caught a jack, only a little tacker maybe 23cm (at a guess) but a jack none the less...this is more like it.
I continued on and caught another half dozen little bream all the while listening to those fantastic little cicadas..my new mates.
Thanks to the younger fellas on this site that taught this older bloke a thing or to...I'm stoked