. It wasn’t what you would call difficult conditions but just seemed a bit of a struggle with things not quite right. Originally planned to go for a quick squirt all the way to Old Noarlunga but abandoned that almost immediately.Anyway I persevered against the breeze and outflowing tide up to the reach by the new railway bridge and not having an anchor (new one is still in the mail apparently) I backed into the bank on the windward side and cast a soft plastic around for a while. Within 10 casts a little bream took the lure.
Put him back and had a few more casts then went the rest of the way up to the bridge with the plan of just drifting back down while trailing the SP. Was almost back to where I had stopped earlier and hooked a slightly larger bream.
Around the next bend is a reasonably long reach that passes some sporting clubs and I was nearly at the scout hall when the line took a solid hit – it was obviously a bigger fish than the other 2. After a short tussle it was at the top and coming in easily until it seemed to go camera shy and took off again. Was about 36cm when finally on board.
The sequence of photos tells the story -
First sight
Panic
Under control
On board
Just after that someone called out from the bank to say what a beautiful boat I had. Happens every time
.Not a huge day but after a slightly dodgy start it turned out to be a pleasant way to pass the morning.