AH ! Fishing, Ya gotta love it !
Upon reflection of my previous posts where I seemed a little miffed at the world, yestarday brought back the reality of why I go fishing.
My report is as follows:-
Had my little boat prepared to go and take my 5 y/o daughter to the mouth of the river for a relaxing day, basically seeing the sights.
Neighbour Paul was passing by and stopped to see " What's up ". Told him of my plan and I could see the fear in his eyes. The fear of missing out on the chance to hit the water.
A few ums and ar's and it had been decided that he, his wife and 6 month old Mitchell were to join Brooke and myself on ReBait in the river. Quick placing of gear, food, and drinkies and away we were.
Launched the boat with no trouble, and the weather was looking great, in fact better than any forecast I had seen or heard. Cruised out to the river passing a pod of Dolphins on the way. It appeared to be 2 parents and a baby, and they came within 5 meters of the boat. Not a bad start. Into the River proper and was explaining the sights and spots to the crew when the Bugmeister called. Webby was late for reasons he will explain.
After a little detour I took Paul over to an area that has produced Bream and Squire on plastics and tried our luck, luck being the operative word. No fish and plastics , but, saw an old wreck / hull of a boat about 25ft on a barge, and there was movement beside the wreck. Bugga me, a bloody Muddy, backed the big rig in close, deckie got the landing net and bingo, one mother of a Muddy for the esky.
Motored out to an area near the mouth and anchored, using bait and plastics with no luck.
Weather and seas seemed flat outside, so the decision was made to head to Mud. A short while later we pulled up beside Peter, Brett and Leeann. Nice Knot Eel, Leeann !
Then over to chat to Brian, Craig and crew. Saw fish on the sounder, but decided that a Bream in close was calling us.
Motored into spot X, see Craig for details, and plonked the anchor in 6ft. The water was clear as. Saw the Bream swimming around, and even got then into a school by releasing a little gut into the water.
Now, with lines out, it was tie for a coldie, and some snacks. mmmmm Smoked oysters, Cabanosi, a tasty cheese and crackers. Does it get any better ???????????????????????????????????
The Moon popped her head up and I knew that it wasn;t long before we had to head back. Paul had the tail of his plastics bitten off, mmmm.
6 Bream, all on gut, in the live tank with the Muddy. In the berley trail was some Pike. Jigs out and 11 came on board. Biggest Bream went 30cms, but dropped a beauty at the boat.
Reflection time,,,,, for a plan to have a relaxing time on the water with mates / family. Certainly ended up Ok with a feed and a great experience as well.
All goes well for the little fella, as he can now boast that he has been fishing Mud since he was 6 months old.
footnote:-
The Beam are at Mud and all goes well for the 25th onwards etc. Some fresh flesh for the daylight hours will improve the catchrate though.
Phill
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