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by re-tyred » Mon Apr 01, 2024 1:25 pm
Left an hour before daylight so that I could cross the bar on the last of the flood tide. Flat calm offshore. Headed east till just past Lake Tyers in 12 MTRS. Baited up using a headlight. Dropped them down and started drifting slowly offshore. Just on daylight , down went a rod, bit of a tentative bite, then a bit of weight,too much for a flatty. Gave a bit of a fight and up came a medium gummy. Checked my depth. Out in 16 MTRS
Baited up and dropped it over, then headed and gutted the gummy. Put him in the Esky with some iced salt water and sat back down. 5 minutes later down went the other rod. Not much of a fight again, up came his twin. Ok sun hasn't quite cleared the horizon and I have my bag of gummies. I motored over to the bluff to try for a pinky, but a bit late in the season for them to be in the shallows. Zero results there
Moved out to try for a flatty, half an hour without a bite. So headed in for breakfast. Full ebb tide at the bar which made the crossing a little tricky with large pressure waves right between the rock walls. Cleared them with a raised heart rate. That's today's excitement. Now for a cuppa tea and relax in the sun at home.
There's nothing . . . absolutely nothing . . . half so much worth doing as simply messing around in boats.
Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows (River Rat to Mole)