Hooked up with Roderick for a spontaneous, last-minute jack fishing session.
In order to try and redeem himself as The Jack Master after his close but convincing defeat by Mrs Flickflack, We cruised the River and tried to analyse the success rate of recent "guests" on our boats. We came to the conclusion that we had been far too nice, polite and helpful to our friends and / or better halves, consequently compromising our own catch rates. We realised that we had to regroup, focus, and come out with all guns blazing to re-establish the correct piscator pecking order .........
And that's exactly what we did. Now enlightened, and with the thoughts above cemented in our brains, We proceeded to get on the boat, hang serious shit on eachother, tell disgusting jokes (He is a sick dude), and make eachother laugh in an attempt to put eachother's game off and knock out the opposition! [smiley=devilish.gif] [smiley=behead.gif]
All I can say is that Rod played hard and caught the first fish, but it took a Gold Coast river junkie to get out there and show the tweed boy how it's done. [smiley=2thumbsup.gif] [smiley=grin.gif]
Just joking Buddy!
Total 3 jacks: 2 babies in the 30-40cm range, and one 50cm (2 on the troll, 1 on SP's)
PS Rod, you can try to hide your embarrassed face all you like behind that rod mate!! (He kept going on about how big His Tweed pets were!)