1. Rocky Creek
2. Claustral
3. To Be Decided

Resolution No. 2

I will catch the following game fish in 2006

1. Bonito
2. Mulloway
3. Yellowtail Kingfish
4. Tuna
5. Brown Trout

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For I am the undisputed world champion at catching the mongrels of the sea
Sigh . . .

Wednesday 21st February 2007 - Back into it !
Back at my favourite beach as things felt very promising tonight.  Absolutely pitch black dark (no moon or had already set).  The stars were burning brightly above, and the night was briefly illuminated by falling stars.  It was beautiful.  The Nor'easter died to a mere puff by 9pm, the sea & swell has been a tiny .5m and the water has been fairly reasonable in temperature lately.  The high tide was forecast for 12.33 pm, and fairy reasonable for this part of the world at 1.69m.  The tide slowly fell, and more whitewater started to flow across my gutter. 

My mate John dropped into work for a chat & a coffee around lunchtime.  He'd been out fishing in the lake chasing a legendary school of yellowtail kingfish he'd heard about, and managed a just legal tailor.  Being the top bloke that he is, he kept it specially for me to use as jewie bait.  I reckon that someone out there is having a good laugh about the kings in the lake - while I'm sure that they turn up from time to time, it's funny how you never see photos to accompany the stories.

The high tide was fairly late tonight, so it was a bit of a commitment to chase jewies - I have to work in the morning.  So it was a pretty brief session.  I fished 11pm - 1.30 am, and had the whole damn beach to myself until 1am, when Pete the hardcore jewie addict arrived.  He had that feeling too - I wouldn't be at all surprised if he catches at least a schoolie tonight.

My baits were the head & shoulders of Johnno's tailor, rigged with two x 10/O's and 50 lb fluorocarbon trace, and a just legal sand whiting with two x 7/O's and 50 lb trace.  The tailor was bumped and played with for nearly ten minutes before I lost patience and sank one of the 10/O's into the dinnerplate sized sting ray.  I took it as a good sign, and got the bait straight back out there.  After 45 mins, assorted bumps and runs from pickers (read bream) had left the tailor a bit worse for wear.  So I changed it to the whiting.  Something had chewed out the gut cavity, like a slice of watermelon that someone has taken a series of bites out of.  Frigging stinking damn Bream.  Rotten pickers.  It was 1.30 am, and that was the final straw.  Time to hit the hay - work tomorrow.
 

From CSIRO

http://www.weatherzone.com.au