Out of the 3 boats that went out in convoy this morning, I am not sure who was supposed to put up a post, T1, myself or Poodroo Because I have a very good photo of my deckie for the day - For Steve ( Brad) it may as well be me.
This trip all started when my new found fishing partner Anthony had such a great time spending money on a new plastics rod and reel, he pinned a booking in my fishing calendar for the 11th August, but the only trouble is, something else came up, and at short notice, I was without a deckie. I had mentioned to T and a few people that today was going to be the next trip out, a few weeks planning and here I was with no deckie Doesn't really worry me, I love going solo, but it had been since Anzac day I had met up with Brad ( for Steve)
So a quick call Friday morning met with an enthusiastic "Count me In!!"
Throughout the week brother Poodroo and I exchanged Text messages, T1 also compared plans with me by phone, so all up we had a cosy little convoy of 3 boats headed out to spot X at Mud. Because my GPS remembered the last trip out there, navigating in the dark from 5.00am became my lead, and off we went.
Our fears were realised when Poodroo noticed a fair amount of wind when we were still in the car park, and ploughing through a 1 meter ( occasionally bigger) westerly slop was sssslllloooowwww going. By St Helena, I was expecting Poodroo to turn back, having the smaller of the boats. We had a small breather and check on each other at the half way mark, and when I asked how he was going, I could not believe the response " Yeah, I'm fine!" Criky, an occasional wave rattled my rig as if she cound break in half with the impact, but T1 and Poodroo's spirits were not dampened in the slightest. If T cound have dug a 4WD track through the middle of Mud to get where we wanted, he would have!
This would have to be rated as the worste Mud trip I have had in a long time, we had a look at the mouth of the Brizzy, but did't see anything going on so returned to Mud for a final throw of the dice. We had all boated fish, but only one 35cm fish stayed in the esky until ..... Brads' Shimano straddic sang that musical tone we all love to hear!! Talk of self dicipline!! I am doing cartwheels while Brad is fighting the fish, but he hardly raised an eyebrow!! A quick pat on the back from me just to make sure he was alert, and the fight neared its final stages. Sorry to have caused a bit of a heart palpitation with my netting skills Brad, but several times your fish saw either myself or the net, and took another dive just out of my reach. A PB of 59cm to a guy who has not fished since Anzac day has to be celebrated in a big way. I trust your wife enjoys the fruits of our labour, that being the only decent fish for the entire trip, but as I said, I couldn't be happier as being there for the experience.
Scalem