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Well let's just pay that reply the same level of attention as we would in regards to a submerged turtle!
So, the sun went down and we all started to settle....
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Well let's just pay that reply the same level of attention as we would in regards to a submerged turtle!
So, the sun went down and we all started to settle....
Looks like a lot of men just standing around.. Any fish?
No fishes, this was all about Prawns.
Prawns.
Where r the pics?
You don't believe me? Ask any of the other 14 Ausfish Members that were involved.
And how about that Haines Encore thread, there's got to be another side to that story....
Anyway, Net Chucker is made an outcast from our group following his performance that afternoon. He is placed to the bow of Humdingers boat so that he may practice with his net. I checked on him after half an hour.
He is wet like a prawn but has caught nothing.
Silly Boob.
Another half hour goes by and this time he has caught a mullet. Nice, I put the mullet out on a 5/0 hook and gave Net Chucker a can of Bundy. You have to encourage these guys.
I return yet again to find my mullet has escaped but a garfish is the latest stunned captive. Onto the hook for garfish, and back to the fire for me.
A while later, around 10pm, the sounds of wind, fire crackling, slapping of mosquitoes, and men speaking of fishing tales (not prawning!) are interrupted by a noise only known to fishermen.
fzzzzzz....
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The Shimano 6500 Baitrunner is attached to something. Something moving. We all left the fire and at least 5 of s joined Net Chucker on the bow. It was obvious that the fish we had some size to it. But also that it had run around the anchor of another of our boats.
Captain Seaweed tried to co-ordinate the lowering/raising of anchor ropes but nothing worked to clear the line and give us a clear shot at a trophy fish.
At this point opinions and excitement flowed but despite the running around in the dark from boat to boat, like true Australians, not even one drink was spilt.
Solution was obviously to jump ship. I mean Literally. There was no way that just another broken line and 'one that got away' would be acceptable. Chase it round the anchor and relocate.
Ok, jump, splash....
Swimming with a fishing rod as well as winding the reel, is easier than you might think. At night you have the added advantage of the rod being a direction indicator simply by winding the reel while you are underwater. Further, there is a natural dog paddle movement created whilst winding. And you can use the tension of the rod to do a pump and wind - that takes you to the fish instead of the fish towards you.
Try it sometime.
After a very short conversation with Bull, who was standing up on his bow, looking rather dry and refined from my submersed pov, I swam around his anchor chain and headed towards the next boat. By the time I reached the bow of Martys boat, I was happy to pass the rod up to them and barely had the breath to advise them of the drag setting.
I swam around and boarded that boat. Cobiaman helped me thru the small crowd and up round the Stb side where they gave the rod back to me.
Then Lump (Macca) steps in.
He looks down into total darkness and figures out which way to wind the rod (with black braid) around the chain to rectify the last hopeless attempt at untangling from the anchor. He even manages to take control of the front deck and get us to do what he says.
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This is where the story finally gets interesting. Back on Humdingers boat, Net Chucker, has finally kicked an important goal! Thru utter perseverance over several hours, has caught a prawn. Tiger, too!
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Alas, we are all boats away and leave him to take a selfie. He even went through the ritual of cooking the prawn on the fire and eating it by himself. Without the celebratory cheers and mateship he deserved.
The taste of a hunters first kill lasts a lifetime, they say. So keep an eye out for Net Chucker in the future.
Back to things that go splash in the dark. After a few minutes a Shovelnose come near the surface. Big bugger, but not the Jew we were hoping for. Both of us in the pic are over 6 foot tall, so its easily over the 1.5m max length.
We released it unharmed and went back to the fire to serve dinner.
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Just another night in this boating life, and it wasn't over yet.
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We'll put Pauly
this is why we do the stupid things we do
it makes a great story to tell
Hey mods, this thread has some good info in it. Can we make it a sticky?
Sometimes your efforts are unrewarded and also your friends.
So it's time for a piss over the side, up anchor, fire up the big ol' 2 stroke and move on to other grounds.
Enjoy a cold drink and a hopeful laugh on the way...
Might be back one day for live bait.
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I concur FatBuoyOriginally Posted by FatBuoy
Here' a photo a great mate of ours took today with his fishing buddy on the northside.
Again with a prawn.
Well I guess small things interest small minds.
Great crab fellas!
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is that a v sheet attached to your antenna?
someone call satnav to sort this mess out
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Are you getting it this time??
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Satnav does not sort things out he/she only despises things. Go catch your own prawn.
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