The Holy Grail
Easter is out of the way, all the holiday makers have gone
home, it’s time to go fishing. Hitched up the tinny and headed off down the
highway, the radio said it was already blowing 27 knots out on the reef. Not to
worry, where I fish I get some protection from the riverbanks.
The river was down a bit, so heading into the upper reaches
was out of the question (lost a prop last week for that very reason). The river
had cleared up, it had been very silty due to the rains. So after navigating my
way over all the usual snags that were closer to the surface now I pulled up
and began fishing.
Stared with my go to lure the Rapala SR5 Bluegill, it took
around ten minutes before I had my first bit of interest, it was going to be a
quiet day. Still twenty minutes in and I hadn’t landed a fish, worse still I’d
hardly seen a fish. Time for a change of tact, a green and orange popper, let’s
see how we go. Nothing, for another ten minutes, it’s going to be a long day.
Was just about to retrieve my lure when something caught my
eye on the other bank, then bang, a hit, looked back and there’s a massive
Barra sitting on the surface, we did the dance for less than 30 seconds, a
couple of jumps but a pretty lacklustre fight, I thought I had pressure on him
when the lure just fell out of his mouth, even the Barra was unsure as he
jumped again to try and throw the lure, then he swam back off into the deep
water. Bugger, but a least I’d seen some action.
By this time it had started to cloud over making the popper
my preferred method of attack. First up was a nice little Sooty, followed by a
Jungle Perch, two more Sooty’s then a nice Barramundi, the morning was looking
up.
A bit later I jagged a small Mangrove Jack, and to my surprise just after
that as I was bringing in my popper on a fast retrieve to get another cast in,
and the line started singing, luckily I was in a wide part of the river with no
snags as this thing nearly made the other bank, about fifty metres away, you
guessed it, a marauding Trevally, after a nervous fight I managed to land it,
all the time aware of the light gear I was using.
After a very nervous fight I lifted the spent fish into the
boat and celebrated my triumph of achieving the Holy Grail, my Holy Grail
anyway. Not a bad days fishing afterall….
Brett Parks
The Uncanny Angler
Ph 0459 704666
Not a bad day, I'd call it a sensational day! You look as though you know that river pretty well. Might require a trip up north in the calendar to head out on the river with the uncanny angler.
ReplyDeleteHey Brett you seem to be the local fish whisperer around Cairns! You are THE man.
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