The three weeks I spent up at Agnes was beginning to look like a no fish holiday, which in my world is a total disaster.
The wind had hardly stopped, which is fairly normal for that time of the year, but I've never had a holiday up there yet, without being able to launch my seafarer.
So with only a few days before we were due to start packing, the wind died just enough to allow me to launch the boat for a quickie outside.
On leaving the inlet the first thing I noticed were birds diving on schools of something. The somethings turned out to be spotties, everywhere. Out came the slugs and after a few casts I hooked up onto the first spotted mackeral of the afternoon.
Casting slugs at mackeral, is up there with the best for me, I absolutely love it. The only problem was the school I was casting to, contained fairly small fish as you can see in the photos. Still a lot of fun all the same.
It was then off to Bustard to tow some baits around for spaniard or two.
The place was alive with small mackeral, I had 8 slimies ruined before I got tired of donating, so I thought I might tow some lures instead, which is something I hardly do these days, at least, when I'm fishing for mackeral.
With in ten minutes, the bomber lure I had out the back got nailed. I wound in my very first Broard Barred Mackeral, it was disapointing with its lack of fight, particularly since it would have given 5kg a nudge.
Out went Mr Bomber again, and sure enough off it went. This time it was obviously not another broard barred mack, but a nice trevelly with plenty of go.
After about another 20 minutes, with things looking a bit quiet, I decided to put the baits out again in the hope of picking up a spanish before heading back. It only took one lap around the rock, they didn't let me down, and I soon had one of my favourites in the baileys.
So with a total of 5 mackeral and a trevelly, it was time to head back before sunset. Bustard rarely lets me down.
Roz.
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