Easier said than done. After thirty minutes or more we had three in the tank – despite good mark, showing on the sounder. Down to the backup live bait spot but just as quiet there. Met up with these blokes at the Fridge. They had some nice arrow squid and were just about to set off for a downrigging session. Don’t know how that went but hopefully they found a few:
Out to the Peak - a renowned kingfish producing rref, seven miles east of Maroubra. But it certainly wasn’t producing yesterday. Callum, and Tom the new guy, were jigging hard. But no matter how many favourite marks I checked no good shows could be found. Out to the Nine Mile, where it was the same story. On to the Twelve with the sun heading for the horizon fast. With the current coming from the south we started at the southern end. Down went the 250 gram jigs and Tom said calmly he was on. Looking around his rod was barely bent.
So I figured the fish was way undersized. Then, it took off like a top fueler dragster. After an intense battle Tom bought this nice 90cm aboard.
His smile says it all:
Just thirty minutes daylight left so it was time to head for home. Really glad to put Tom onto his first king and, now that the weather’s finally settling down, looking forward to next weeks’ run, Andrew
