I promised one of the young fellas from work that i'd take him for a fish this week. We planned on heading down the tweed to chase some wild bass but the weather looked average and it didn't make the drive seem worth while. so to keep my promise we had a late sart and fished either side of high tide at the top of tinny creek (i figured i didn't have to drive over an hour and a half to get wet, i could do that 5 minutes down the road). When we lauched at 11ish the tide was still roaring in and my intentions to paddle downstream were swept away, literally. So instead we followed the tide up to the dam wall. Jake aked what are we likely to hook on to? "Mostly bream, but you can get bass jacks flathead cod and tarpon up here aswell". 'whats a tarpon?' he asked "try to think of them as an angry herring" i replied. So after 5 minutes of flicking my little plastic gets slammed out in the open, the silver flash from the strike was clearly visible in the dirty water. Strait away i call it for a tarpon and just as i was thinking i might land him he took to the air and sent my jig head flying. "Looks like a very angry herring to me" Jake declared.
We kept working upstream for little result until jake hooks up and pulls in a solid tilapia, good fight but not what we were after. We make our way right up to the wall and as jake is unsnagging his lure my little plastic gets slammed by another really healthy tilapia. It only went 40cm but the height and girth of the thing made it every bit of 4lb. By now the tide had began to slow and we turned around and started heading for home, we landed 2 bream, a flathead and an estuary cod between us. We stoped and gave the spot i dropped the tarpon another go only to be slammed a couple of times again but no hook up.
All in all not a bad day considering the wind and the rain.