Fished the river this morning but we didn't have it our way. A couple of those bloody big steel things tied up where i wanted to fish.Anyway we soldiered on and put in endless casts. Then out of the blue I'm monstered and looseing line at a great deal of knots .Garrett points the electric into good water and I get a chance to turn this fish after 2 good runs and you start to get that feeling of I've got you now ,just don't do anything stupid and nice and easy and this thing decides he hasn't finished and takes another cracker run and by this time he's back in the pylons.Stay cool as I could feel him and felt I still had a chance as line started to come back onto the reel but ping and he's gone. At least it wasn't knot failure,just old fashion leader worn threw on those pylons.
After all that time I could have cried.Endless casts to come up tight and gggggone.We kept casting and I came up on a reasonable fish for the esky quickly followed by Garrett with a slightly better class of fish . 2 other small squire around 32 cms but that was us for the day. Best one went 55 cm. One thing that I can tell you for sure is it was dam cold. At least my mum will be happy with a few nice fillets
Cheers