Gator and myself left Scarborough about 0230 am Thursday for a look around outside. The trip out was interesting, dodging debris and sandbars all with zero moon. Made it across the bay and around combi and managed to evade everything, breathed a sigh of relief then damn near run aground on the ever growing little point just up from combi.
Headed out round the Cape to discover the bureau got it wrong again - 10 odd from the South which remained all day, which I'll take over a glassed out NW every time.
Sounded around a mark for not much of show and no hits first drop which is allways a bit of an issue.
Buggered up the second drift second time, only got a couple of blips on the sounder, missed the mark by a fair way and we both got bashed by some nice pearlies. Needless to say a LOT more attention was paid to small blips and we got our bag in good time - the best coming in around sun up. I got bricked by something that I was never going to see colour on. About the time pearly #10 came on board we fortuitously managed to start finding some squire around the 3-4 kg mark. They were schooled up tight in a bait ball about 15m off the bottom in 110m of water. The reason for the ball was found soon thereafter when Gator's m10 classic buckled over. Hoping for an XOS sammy/AJ we played it for a while before we both called it for a shark. Having no room left in the esky we played him anyway for near on hour before getting colour on a whaler - they're a magnificent creature in the flesh, esp when eyeballing their opponent. We put it somewhere around 7-8 ft. Tried to attach a tripod to it for perspective but the bastard ate it and the newspaper got all soggy - sorry fellas.![]()