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September Brisbane Fishing Online Report of the Month Winner
After a 24-hour duty followed by an early knock-off I decided to head out for a fish. So I trundled off with the family in tow chosing the rockwall near the Bulimba Yacht Club as I hadn't been there for a while. Arriving at about 16.30 on the run-out tide I set up a couple of rods with frozen mullet and hunkered down, waiting for a bite.
My first bite came after about fifteen minutes, it was a pretty big jolt and then nothing... bait gone. After that it got a bit quiet so I thought I would thrown the cast net at the bottom of the boat ramp in the hope of bagging some livies to replace the frozen mullet. My first cast turned out to be the only one I needed as I pulled up half a dozen livies and chucked a couple on my rods.
Once again it was the waiting game so I sat back and got some long overdue relax time. Soone enough the family came over from the park and then not long after that the dusk came on. So there we were sitting around having a yarn when my new rod went off with that strangely musical ZZZzzzzzzzz as line was stripped from the spool at a rapid rate of knots.
Geez I jumped up and I scampered over to the rod before it went swimming all the while guffawing and cursing and cussing, and generally being the most excited bloke in the world all the while in the background the wife Shell was explaining to the kids that I was just excited and that nothing was wrong.
Picking up th erod I started reeling the critter in, but at that time he went on another run, so I jumped down to the exposed rocks closer to the river edge and retrieved a bit of line in the process. He took another couple of runs and then the line seemed to go dead, I thought I may have lost him as I reeled in the line.
Getting in closer to the shore I realised he was still there, as he headed out to deeper water again. This occurred over and over again while I frantically yelled to Shell to bring the landing net down. It must have looked comical, there I was still dancing around and swearing / laughing, and there was Shell picking her way down over the slippery rocks in her girly sandles.
She got to where I was struggling with rod, fish and inexperience only to cop a knee as I shifted position. It felt like forever but was probably no longer than five minutes before I got him close enough for Shell to nab with the net - and there I had a threadie!
Navigating the rocks back to the rockwall Shell was way ahead of me, unrolling the bragmat and getting the camera. I reckon she was just as excited as me! The end result was one threadie measuring up to 90cm or so and my first big fish as well as obviously being my PB on threadie as well.
He was caught on 20lb braid with an 80lb wire trace. He looked pretty knackered once I had him in but boy did he taste good! Salmon steaks go down a treat!
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