Well its that time of year again when everyone heads out to there secret special spot in search of Mr Jack. The smells, sights and sounds of last summer where soon rekindled as i launched the canoe with my dad. The smell of mangroves and bushmans, the sights of old snags and nervous mullet, and the sounds of mosquitoes (or as i like to call them 'F#ck off you little black b@r$tards, oi chucks us the bushmans') buzzing in your ear.
I went for a quick flick in mid september which was cut short by bad weather, but it was obvious by the cold water and the lack of bait that it was still to early to put in any serious hours. Well what a difference a month can make, the water has warmed up and we were greeted by schools of mullet, prawns and small herring hanging off the structure. The addition of and electric motor to the canoe made travelling alot easier.
The plan was simple, show up, fish the last of the run out tide until sunset, catch a jack and go home. And thats what we did. After only fishing a hundred metres of bank dad landed a cast right in the the thick of an old snag, a few sharp tugs of the lure sent herring mullet and prawns showering accross the surface looking for cover, we both held our breathe in anticipation. Half way back to the canoe dads lure got slamed in a big way, i hit the electric motor into full reverse while dad applied thumb pressure to the spool on an already overloaded rod. The fight was short but intense as expected from any jack, a few photo's and a quick measure and a healthy 47cm jack was sent back into the creek.
After that the action was slow with only 2 small cod coming into the canoe with no other strikes.
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