Hope this one wont last long on the front page, but to ensure the good, the bad and the ugly trips are posted, here goes.
Headed out to THE spot at NPD yesterday arvo for a flick, bashed thru the scub, popped out 15 minutes later and whoa and behold someone else is fishing there.
Turns out its Michael (LGM), so a quick intro and we started off fishing, bit of breeze blowing into our faces, but still looked OK.
Well, to cut a long story short, I donuted, I threw everything I had in the backpack, slugs, spinnerbaits, SP's, soft crankbaits for nada, zilch, nothing. The only fish I saw was a palm sized Tilapia dead in one of the little crossings, and LGM told me of one he scooped up by hand in the shallows and flicked up on the bank for the foxs to deal with.
In the end I left Michael to it and retreated back to the car with tail between legs, beaten this time, but not defeated.
How did you end up mate, I think you werent far behind me??
cheers
brian