URAGANGI
28-12-2010, 06:10 PM
Once again with current weather being far less than average, I decided that it was time for another fishing adventure. The night before I checked the following forecast, in short no mystery here it was going too be crap.
So I called a friend who lives on the river. His advice was to give it a miss. The river was in a mild flood. Logs and all sorts were flowing out to sea.
My outside fishing buddy was in the know about the threatening change which was on the cards. So there goes spotty and mack chaseing.
There was only one last place where I could go, and that's the surf....Pottsville.
Like always, jumped back on line and checked out Pottsville's forecast. It looked ok for a while, but by late afternoon here we go again Rain and heaps of it.
I only had a window of a few hours, so I had to make the most of it.
Early that next morning here I was walking the beach before first light. There's always something magical about that time of day. As the first rays of light opened up the ocean I could see the water formations. With nicely formed gutters and water movement, I knew then that I've got half a chance of getting a feed. Just a few fish in bucket and I'd be a happy man. I say bucket and not an esky for the reason that I carn't drive on the beach I'm not a local resident. It's all backpacking it from here.
The first couple of hours were gold, No wind nor rain, two nice bream in the bucket all's fine........Time goes by and the weather starts to change. Firstly hours of relentless rain then the wind picks up. The lads that did manage a trip outside were heading home. It's not a good sighn when you see a floatilla of vessels racing for Santuary. Somethings about to give. When you look at the horizon it was a wall of deep blue. I'm already getting smashed by the rain. Have done for hours, and by the looks of it I haven't seen anthing yet. Funny thing is that just before the change well and truely set in, the fish went fully on the chew.
It was unreal, here I was being pounded and I'm getting good fish. This gave me the extra drive too dig in and weather out the weather. I only decided to cut the trip short when casting out became a dangerous occupation. You'd cast out and then you'd duck your own bait. That's what I call windy, not this 10 to 15 knots bizz that's nothing.
By the time I'd finished and it was home time , I've managed my feed. The long walk to my truck seemed longer than the first time, a head on scwall was letting me know that I'm alive. It's all part of it I suppose. That's what makes fishing addictive. Anyway here's some pics.
Cheers
Gav.
So I called a friend who lives on the river. His advice was to give it a miss. The river was in a mild flood. Logs and all sorts were flowing out to sea.
My outside fishing buddy was in the know about the threatening change which was on the cards. So there goes spotty and mack chaseing.
There was only one last place where I could go, and that's the surf....Pottsville.
Like always, jumped back on line and checked out Pottsville's forecast. It looked ok for a while, but by late afternoon here we go again Rain and heaps of it.
I only had a window of a few hours, so I had to make the most of it.
Early that next morning here I was walking the beach before first light. There's always something magical about that time of day. As the first rays of light opened up the ocean I could see the water formations. With nicely formed gutters and water movement, I knew then that I've got half a chance of getting a feed. Just a few fish in bucket and I'd be a happy man. I say bucket and not an esky for the reason that I carn't drive on the beach I'm not a local resident. It's all backpacking it from here.
The first couple of hours were gold, No wind nor rain, two nice bream in the bucket all's fine........Time goes by and the weather starts to change. Firstly hours of relentless rain then the wind picks up. The lads that did manage a trip outside were heading home. It's not a good sighn when you see a floatilla of vessels racing for Santuary. Somethings about to give. When you look at the horizon it was a wall of deep blue. I'm already getting smashed by the rain. Have done for hours, and by the looks of it I haven't seen anthing yet. Funny thing is that just before the change well and truely set in, the fish went fully on the chew.
It was unreal, here I was being pounded and I'm getting good fish. This gave me the extra drive too dig in and weather out the weather. I only decided to cut the trip short when casting out became a dangerous occupation. You'd cast out and then you'd duck your own bait. That's what I call windy, not this 10 to 15 knots bizz that's nothing.
By the time I'd finished and it was home time , I've managed my feed. The long walk to my truck seemed longer than the first time, a head on scwall was letting me know that I'm alive. It's all part of it I suppose. That's what makes fishing addictive. Anyway here's some pics.
Cheers
Gav.