Well,
I've finally got the first spearing trip under the belt and my body feels like its been thru a washing machine. I've got teensy muscles in places I never knew I had - that's what happens when you do underwater yoga for 6 hours I guess.
Results? We tried hard and having a local die hard spearo in the boat as guide and mentor wasn't going to convince the fish to come out and play unfortunately but, at least I shot the old 'woody' 4 or 5 times in battle and even stuck a legal tuskie briefly before he got off.
I concentrated on looking for crays and tho' the juvvys were easy to find, no luck on a bigger model.
Ol' mate shot a small trout and a nice red throat that he kindly donated and which we had for tea last night. Yum!
No pics sorry - nothing spectacular really.
Ground-wise, we hit Fly I (the rock next to Havana) twice, a bay on Great Palm, Barber I. (for Spaniards), some rock/bommie country near Barber and some clearwater mangroves nearby. Vis ranged from around 4m to 8m at times. Sh@t myself once when I came face to face with a multi-strand 'box' jellyfish which wasn't, but clearly of the same family. Diving the mangroves was a blast - crystal clear in a shallow bay, no creek with schools of GT, Moses, Dart (aimed but they were way too fast), batfish, gar, whitebait. Expected to see at least a couple of Jack but none forthcoming.
Weather: copped a hammering heading out from Balgal with squally rain but then the wind steadily died all day. Just a light ripple on a rolling swell coming in. Hooked up on a nice long tail on the 6 kilo barra spinning rod coming home but the knot let go after it had had some big runs. DOLT!! Easy 10kg I reckon.
Great day.
Mozza
Cheers
Mozza