After having been out of the water for far too long, I finally managed to wet a line in the harbour. Sadly it wasn’t a fly line, but having sat out for a few weeks I was willing to take anything.
Nick picked me up at 7:30 and we headed down to the harbour where we met his brother. We knew high tide was at 6am, but we figured that we’d still be able to pump some cracker. This turned into a more entertaining experience than expected. Lets just say its rather interesting trying to pump cracker in waist deep water. But being the tough guys we are, we managed the deed and soon had our lines in the water.
Standing waste deep in water, close to the drop off, didn’t seem like a great idea, so we opted to climb onto the block. This proved to be the second entertaining experience of the day. After a few exciting moments Clinton and I were on the block, and Nick was still waist deep in water. Baha!! However, it turned out the block was providing us with good shelter from the wind…shelter we weren’t getting on top of it. But being proud males we sat up there in the howling wind, eating chips, and mocking Nick, who was probably warmer than we were.
Eventually the tide had dropped sufficiently, plus we’d run out of bait, so we headed down to pump more cracker and fish the bank.
Sadly, a couple of hours later, and we’d landed only one HUGE blassie between the three of us, so we decided to hit the pub for lunch and a beer instead.
All in all a good days fishing. It might have even been labeled as great, had we managed to catch a few fish.