jim_bream
23-05-2006, 08:45 AM
Headed out to Nthrn NSW on Sunday morning to set up on Daydream Beach for a sunrise spin session. Flung out a 65g Raider down channel after channel with not a sniff. (No birds)
Mate of mine was flicking a neon yellow 4" grub with a 1/4oz jighead. Nothing. Packed up after an hour and headed down to Cabarita. Stopped at Kingscliffe and walked down to the beach, saw some whales breaching in the bay, and a huge sea eagle nesting in the radio mast of the Marine Rescue - just a great way to start the day...
Got to Cabarita and stopped in at the local bait shop. Enquiring as to the chance of any tailor, the lady behind the counter said that by all reports they had been scarce of late. With the Greenback Classic looming and a $25k winners prize in tow, I would n't be surprised if the local were steering the marauding gringos away from their patch. The bloodshot eyes and stubble was noticeably some cause for alarm for old dear, maybe she just wanted me out and gone.
Parked in Cabarita and headed to the southern side of the headland after a recce at the top of the hill. The wind was picking up and a pair of sea eagles wheeled over the top of us from a comfortable height.
Baiting up sandworm on a whiting rig, I pinged my rig out with the aid of 12'er carrying 4kg mono. A few seconds later was the welcome tap tap tap as the kids let me know they were home. As a general rule I let the first bait sit for a bit and try and feel what we're dealing with. Did n't quite know what it was, but nothing big.
A few seconds later, with the aid of an in coming wash I beached this baby.
That was all we caught all morning. After a while we got bored, gave up and headed home for tea and a shave.
One of the most beautiful little babies I ever seed. Funny thing: 95% of em were hooked through the bottom jaw...
Mate of mine was flicking a neon yellow 4" grub with a 1/4oz jighead. Nothing. Packed up after an hour and headed down to Cabarita. Stopped at Kingscliffe and walked down to the beach, saw some whales breaching in the bay, and a huge sea eagle nesting in the radio mast of the Marine Rescue - just a great way to start the day...
Got to Cabarita and stopped in at the local bait shop. Enquiring as to the chance of any tailor, the lady behind the counter said that by all reports they had been scarce of late. With the Greenback Classic looming and a $25k winners prize in tow, I would n't be surprised if the local were steering the marauding gringos away from their patch. The bloodshot eyes and stubble was noticeably some cause for alarm for old dear, maybe she just wanted me out and gone.
Parked in Cabarita and headed to the southern side of the headland after a recce at the top of the hill. The wind was picking up and a pair of sea eagles wheeled over the top of us from a comfortable height.
Baiting up sandworm on a whiting rig, I pinged my rig out with the aid of 12'er carrying 4kg mono. A few seconds later was the welcome tap tap tap as the kids let me know they were home. As a general rule I let the first bait sit for a bit and try and feel what we're dealing with. Did n't quite know what it was, but nothing big.
A few seconds later, with the aid of an in coming wash I beached this baby.
That was all we caught all morning. After a while we got bored, gave up and headed home for tea and a shave.
One of the most beautiful little babies I ever seed. Funny thing: 95% of em were hooked through the bottom jaw...