Monday 30th afternoon I took off with my grandson, Jacob, from the Raby Bay ramp and went to Amity Banks. We drift-fished with squid strips for a while and caught about 30 winter whiting.
As the afternoon sun was sinking, we left the whiting and I drove the boat north to one of my favourite spots for squire. The GPS found the spot for me and I dropped the anchor. I had to pull it up a couple of times and re-anchor to adjust the boats position in relation to the wind and tide so we anchored exactly over the ledge I had marked.
We used whole squid on one rod and fillets off some yellow-tail pike Jacob had caught at Amity earlier, on the other rod.
It was great just sitting there in the boat with my grandson and talking to him about all sorts of things while we waited for a fish to bite and had a couple of sandwiches and a hot drink provided by his grandma.
We got a couple of undersize squire and also some grinners. Then, as the tide slowed at its peak about 7:30pm my rod with the pike fillet bent over hard and the reel started to squeel. Boy was there some excitement in the boat. It took me a couple of minutes to subdue the fish and Jacob did the honours with the big landing net. A 2.6 kilo (5 and a half pounds in the old measurement) squire landed on the deck and into the esky with the whiting.
We didn't catch anything else worthwhile for the next couple of hours after that, so, we up anchored and went in close on the leeward side of the island to get out of the wind and camped in the half cabin till morning.
The fish were very welcome in the esky but the time I spent with my grandson was much more valuable and satisfying to me.
Having sons that I have fished with for some 40 odd years now is a great thing but fishing and an overnight camp in the boat on Moreton Bay with my grandson is something very special.
GES