A trip to the Hards with the usual suspects – TimiBoy, Wags on the water, and Tropicrows. Headed up a bit after 10 am on Friday, needing to put some pussies in the freezer after a few days of barbeques, curries, and other assorted sea moggie recipes being broken out.
Magic weather greeted us, and we quickly reached our spot and jigged up about 20 Kit-E-Kats (liveys in the old lingo). So with a full stock of Kit-E’s wriggling in the well, squid-E-Kats, fluffy mullet and pillie pussies we headed out to the Hards, an hour or so away.
On arrival we were greeted with good shows, a preponderance of lions, tigers, leopards and other assorted Kitties swimming around down there in a feline/piscatorial dance of epic proportions. Baits on, livey (oops Kit-E-Kat) on, and into it! A couple of undersized pussies were first into the boat, back over the side to get bigger for next time, because that’s what we do. That first Snapuss was close, but risky.
Anyway, things are hotting up, then Bruce upchucks again! Two trips in a row. Poor bastard only has 1.5 lungs left, and through the evening he worked hard to get that down to just one. It was a heroic effort! Every time he barfed, Wags went out in sympathy, with some lusty dry retching. I very nearly died laughing. We were trying to catch Sea Kittens, and Bruce was BARKING LIKE A DOG!!!
Persistence pays, and as it was getting dark we had a good box, Tuskats up to 3kg, Snapuss about the same, and some good Moses. The Kit-E-Kats proved to be a disappointment, as all they seemed to be able to attract was Mac and Stripey Tuna – bait for next time. One of the Macs has Wags with a good bend in the Texie in the first photo, and that's the poor Kitty on the carpet.
Things shut down after dark, so we spent some time moving around, looking at new ground and figuring a plan for the next foray. We Kittied a few good shows, picked up a few Trevs and had a couple of good runs, but it was pretty quiet. At 10:15 the call was made, and we started for home on calm seas. Should have hung in for the morning bite, but had to get home.
At Macca’s for a coffee, while I waited with the car for the Boys to load up with Burgers and spud for the trip home I was treated to some idiot being packed screaming into the van. “Why won’t you tell me my rights!” he was screaming. OK, you have the right to bleed... We sat in the car and listened to this crack head screaming while the Boys in Blue dispersed the crowd. They did great job!
Photos show our preferred Kitty attractant...
Cheers,
Tim
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a couple of holes in the tin and you will be eating tasty treats in no time
