27 August 2011

Found a few bass at last...

For one reason or another I hadn’t been out after the bass in a while but I was stuck in the office yesterday when I got a txt from Derek to let me know that he was heading out that evening so I figured I’d join him. I was out that door on the dot of half five and home as quick as I could to grab my gear and get on the road. However in the rush I forgot to throw the waders in the car and didn’t realise until I got to the mark but I had an old pair of hip waders in the boot that I figured I could get by with and for reasons that will soon become clear I won’t be make that mistake again. Anyway Derek was already there and fishing away when I arrived but by the time I had walked down to the mark I could see he was already starting to walk back, too much weed... Things weren’t looking too promising and we were thinking about maybe trying another mark but in the end decided to give it a little longer to see if the weed situation improved or if we could find a clearer stretch.




We both made our way out onto a rock with me lagging a little behind due to my slippy makeshift waders being like ice skates on the rocks and to our surprise the weed wasn’t too bad at this spot and definitely fishable. Within a few casts Derek was into what looked like a decent fish and as he brought it in I was ready and waiting to help him land it with the lip grips but then all of a sudden, disaster!!! The link clip had failed and fish and lure were both gone, needless to stay Derek was not a happy camper but hopefully the fish was able to shake the lure. After that Derek decided to try another spot a little further along but it only resulted in him get a better view of me catching four fish in pretty quick succession around the 3lb mark on a Tideminnow. I suggested he tried fishing a little further up to the other side of me where I seemed to be hitting most of the fish and first cast I heard him call ‘just had a follow!!!’ second cast ‘I’m in!!!’. At this stage it was getting a little hairy out on the rock I was fishing from I figured that I would make my way back and help Derek get a few photos. I figured that I’d just wait for a break in the waves and walk in across the submerged rock, simple. However what actually happened was first step slip...up to my waist in water...big wave...knocked onto my arse... waders full of water and soaked from head to toe. Anyway I crawled up the rocks soaked to the skin and made my way over to Derek to help him take a photo of the fish and a nice fish it was too, best of the night. He had no sooner put that fish back when I heard another call ‘I’m in again’ but it was only a schoolie this time. We fished on for a little while longer but with no more luck, still six bass landed and another three lost isn’t half bad for a short session. Needless to say we’re heading back again tonight and I won’t be forgetting the waders this time.