The time came to take her out on the Bay. Old Mate Andrew was in and all was prepared. Picked up (woke up) Andrew at 6am and was at the boat ramp by mid 7.
We launched at Wellington Point and made our way up through Moreton Bay to Amity Point. On the way up we stopped off at Pots Point and caught a few Whiting. We weren’t catching much else, and apart from Andrew thinking he was jinxed, I think it was just because we just missed the morning tide.
We stopped off at Dunwich on North Stradbroke Island for some beer and then continued up to Amity point.
While we were there we parked the boat on a sand dune in the middle of the bay and cooked up some fresh fillets and hot dogs. It was crazy. There we were in the the middle of Moreton bay, with the boat parked up on a mound of sand surrounded by 360 degree of ocean. There were Soldier Crabs running around everywhere. It was very surreal. A definite postcard moment.
Then from there, with our bellys full of beer, fish and hot dogs (thank God the boat was not enclosed) we then headed south to Peel Island and fished off Hercules ship wreck.
This proved to be not such a great fishing spot. I got a Tailor and also a fish that resembled a love child from a Predator and Alien movie. Later we discovered it was a protected Wobleygong or something. Lucky I threw it back instead of beating it to death with a frozen clump of Pillies in order to save the world from an assumed Alien/Predator attack.
The sun was on it’s way down, and we were 1 kg down on bait and not many fish to show for it. We decided to end the day at our favorite secret Tailor Fishing Spot.
As the sun went down the sunset was mesmerizing, we had a bit of a snack, and then it was time to get back to fishing.
To say that the fish were hungry would be an understatement. As each line was cast into the water, we were either pulling in a tailor of swearing due to having our bait taken. It was on!!!! In the next 45 min we pulled in close to 15 Tailor and the only reason we stopped was cos we ran out of bait.
I ended up using a new lure, and caught 2 Pike, which was hilarious cos if you ever saw these things they look like a small sword fish about 20cm long with 400 teeth like a creature from a B -Grade movie.
I pulled one into the boat and Andrew jumped up on the seat like some housewife running from a mouse. I of course had no idea what I had caught so in response from Andrew’s reaction I screamed when it unhooked itself and fell flapping on the boat’s floor near my feet with it’s teeth glaring.
It must have looked very interesting from a distance. There we were, one grown man a good part of 100kg jumped up on a boat seat and another, not far off 100kg with his ankles pulled up over his shoulders screaming like 2 school girls.
It wasn’t too hard to notice us dancing about as my boat has more lights than a Silvers Circus tent on opening night and we were all lit up about 50 meters from shore. Of course it was over as quick as it started and when we both realised we were in no immediate danger, all was well again.
All in all, a good day. I was absolutely rooted by the time I got home and the next day I couldn’t even move.
Have to do it again soon !!!
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