Here's the story of how I caught my first fish from the new kayak and discovered what all the fuss is about the Australian Bass...
With the wife and the heir away visiting her folks in Stanthorpe I'm at a loss once I finish work in the early afternoon - maybe fishing will be the go?
Decided to load up the car and head out to North Pine. Not the dam that everyone's been raving about on this site - those bare stony banks look too depressing So instead it's the river below the dam wall. A short carry from the car and the yak is in the water and gliding along.
The first fish I see isn't a bass at all, but a lungfish. To tell the truth when I see it first I think it's a turtle hanging just below the surface but then I see the shape of the head and the cream markings and the pectoral fins flaring. I saw two others through the trip. This was the smallest at about two feet. The biggest was the last, I nearly hit it with my paddle and as it turned away looked a good three-and-a-half maybe four feet of it. It must be the shape of the mouth or something but these dinosaurs look intelligent, as if they're just rising up to check you out. Hate to catch one ..
After a while the water started to deepen out and I started working the snags on the banks. Heaps of overhanging branches, fallen timber. Give it about half an hour with a spinner bait for no return, so tie on 20 bucks worth of Jackall and give it a go.
Jackall goes in, close to the bank, give it a twitch and suddenly the line's alive. Bass number one, my first ever after about half a dozen trips of trying. Safely in the new Environet and it looks about 30cm. Not a monster but to me it's one of the best fish I've caught. After a few happy snaps back she/he goes. Everyone's happy.
About 10 minutes later and it's the same Jackall but a different snag. This time the lure goes in, I let it sink and twitch. Solid - think it's a snag. Then it starts moving ... and trying to get under the boat. Jeez these things can fight .... this one goes about 40cm by the ruler. No pictures cos the fish is teaching me the first rule of kayak fishing ... never let a fish with a treble in irts mouth and another swinging free try and burrow into your lap.
Ouch
Released to fight another day.
After that I was happy so I turned round and headed home, having a flick as I went but not expecting anything more. Just as well cos the Jackall soon finds its happy hunting ground in the midst of a shocking snag and it and I part company. 20 bucks well spent!
On a Saturday afternoon I saw no-one else apart from one one walker and two lads float-fishing from the bank. Was only on the water about one hour and 50 mins.
Now that's what I call a good day out
Ben
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