Decided late yesterday to head out for a fish, Location undecided til i saw the weather this morning. Left home abou 330am and headed for westpoint area. Was a very slow run into the wind in my 14footer. Gotthere bout 430 and found a nice lump of bait. i sent down some squid and found out i was anchored on a nursery lots of small rubbish, But as i was about to up the pick bang my baitcaster go's of with the 30lb braid peeling of nicely. I thought yes must be a trevally of some sort a fe minutes later a large barracuda alongside not bringing them into the boat to much teeth for nothing to eat. I fished around the lump for an hr or so then rigged up the last wolfie i had and went for a troll with the wolfie and a lively lure in mack atack paint. Trolled up and down the west point area for an hr and 1/2 with not even a tap i was again about to pack it in when ZZZZZZZZ
the wolfie had gone off. I am getting real excited as i put the boat in neutral and grab the rod. by the feeling of the line i thought i was onto a goo spanyard. After about 5 mins i have him alongside only to be dissapointed to discover i had lost my last wolf hearing to a monster Barracuda bloody thing. Gave up the trolling after that and had a bottom bash to catch nothing more. 2 big fish but nothing for the table fun morning although a little rough. Skin cancers getting cut out tomorrow so will not be fishing for a few days so glad to catch a couplke of big fish this morning.
Wade