rb85 wrote:Wolly Bugger wrote:rb85 wrote:Wolly Bugger wrote:Wolly Bugger wrote:
I believe Port Mac is on fire, but won't get there until next week.
Port Mac, was like you should have been here yesterday. The chatter on the radio with one bloke saying he was in the spot where he caught 24 tuna yesterday and on this day he didn't even turn a reel.
Well fishing continues to be hard in Portland, the bins may have a half a dozen tuna. One charter guy gave me a ribbing about there being more to tuna fishing that just towing lures around. Well he came back this afternoon with one fish and from what I understand the other charter boats drew a blank.
Heard of one boat that headed to the shelf and managed to score a few fish during the week, bagging out and being back by 1400hours. Might launch tomorrow and give it ago.
Why on earth would they give someone a ribbing? No matter how successful someone is at fishing its still just fishing.
I had a smirk on my face when he caught only one for the whole day. Then he said you don't catch them on the couch, but today was doing a little maintenance that has been neglected, plus I have my two dogs with me, they are 12 months old, so are still pretty demanding.
Good stuff do you take the dogs fishing?
I have taken them out with me on the boat, but the two of them are a little bit of a hand full and I don't have eyes in the back of my head.
This is what happened about a fortnight ago
You know, those "Heart Stopping" moments, I don't mean just any old heart stopping moment, but the Heart Stopping moment when your heart not only stops, but jumps into your throat as well.
Took Ghost out in the boat with me, for a bit of a shake down. Every time I looked he was either under my feet of watching the rods for me.
It was the end of the day, wound the lures in, and took off, after about 15 mins, I turned around to see how Ghost was going. Only one problem he was not where I last saw him.
A quick scan of the boat and there was no dog. My heart stopped and jumped in my mouth and I wondered what my chances were of finding him. Even the orange buoys used to cray pots can be hard to see.
I turned the boat around, wishing I had another set of eyes, so I cruised back roughly the way I had come. Panic was setting in and I wondered what his chances were to make it to shore If I didn't find him.
I scanned the seas hoping to sight his head bobbing amongst the waves, then something made me take a closer look in the Cabin and here he was curled up nice and snug.
I didn't know wether to murder him then and there or give hime a big hug.