Curmudgeon
24-04-2008, 09:40 PM
Met up with Mozza down the Ross yesterday evening for a poppering session.
No action to speak of until it got properly dark, when my lure got hammered by a chunky 48cm barra. Great fun on the little 4kg spin stick. I'm almost ashamed to admit it, but that is my biggest barra of the 2008 season thus far.
That spectacular lack of success combined with a catastrophic computer failure has been why I haven't posted in a while.
Hopefully, my fishing mojo may be returning (touch wood), because my very next cast was monstered by an even bigger barra! Alas, no hookup. Despite the appalling hook up rate, poppers at night time in barra country is mega fun. The surface implosion of a strike on a still night really gets the heart pumping and the nerves jangling.
Back to the story. My fishing companion hastened off to meet an appointment several minutes later, and I came tight to another fish as the little skitterpop again disappeared into a hole in the water. After a brief fight, my piscatorial opponent spat the lure back at me. Not cool.
Things went a bit quiet for a while, so I started fanning my casts around a wider area. The lure was crashed once more as it came across a sandbank in mere inches of water! A brief fight at close range and I had my first jack on a popper. Quick pic and he was released. That fish had to have been swimming on his side to get into water that shallow. Crazy stuff.
In summary, a top little session. Even better since it was such a quick, easy, low stress affair. It's food for the soul, I tell ya. Thanks for inviting me, Moz.
And here's hoping my next report won't be so long in the making.
Cheers,
Brian.
No action to speak of until it got properly dark, when my lure got hammered by a chunky 48cm barra. Great fun on the little 4kg spin stick. I'm almost ashamed to admit it, but that is my biggest barra of the 2008 season thus far.
That spectacular lack of success combined with a catastrophic computer failure has been why I haven't posted in a while.
Hopefully, my fishing mojo may be returning (touch wood), because my very next cast was monstered by an even bigger barra! Alas, no hookup. Despite the appalling hook up rate, poppers at night time in barra country is mega fun. The surface implosion of a strike on a still night really gets the heart pumping and the nerves jangling.
Back to the story. My fishing companion hastened off to meet an appointment several minutes later, and I came tight to another fish as the little skitterpop again disappeared into a hole in the water. After a brief fight, my piscatorial opponent spat the lure back at me. Not cool.
Things went a bit quiet for a while, so I started fanning my casts around a wider area. The lure was crashed once more as it came across a sandbank in mere inches of water! A brief fight at close range and I had my first jack on a popper. Quick pic and he was released. That fish had to have been swimming on his side to get into water that shallow. Crazy stuff.
In summary, a top little session. Even better since it was such a quick, easy, low stress affair. It's food for the soul, I tell ya. Thanks for inviting me, Moz.
And here's hoping my next report won't be so long in the making.
Cheers,
Brian.