What a day

Man, wot a great day it turned out to be, this morning however was another story. The westerly was still pumping when we got to the grounds, around 20 to 25 knots. It was made Phil and his mates( virgin jiggers) work extra hard, we started with 300 gram Diawas and Turkey Sliders, just to get down. Around 9 30 the wind started to drop so i ran to some of my rarely fished rocks to the North, there we found a massive school of kings that were only to willing to bite.

The first fish went to one of the Samoan guys, 7kg or so. The fish went into a frenzy with double and triple hookups. Mantis, the quite achiever, slugged it out with a nice one that ate his jig close to the bottom, it was a PB for him. Unfortunately he had eaten a dodgy servo pie for breakfast and once we got his fish in the net, he decided to share it with us. This set off a chain reaction, with the Samoan Bros and yours truly over the side. This is Mantis and his spew covered King.



The day got better and we were back to t-shirts by 11. One of the Samoans landed a monster, well over a meter, after a brutal fight with another one that ate the jig close to the reef. By 1pm the boys were rooted, they couldn't high 5 each other, there arms were so tired, so we called it a day. We kept 18 and let a heap go. Gales tomorrow, on the lounge watching Foxtell.