Real Snapper Fishing SA - well, for me that is.
Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2019 8:52 pm
I was talking with someone, who is no fool, about fishing in general and about "real" fishing.
This photo, on it's own, may look impressive BUT it doesn't tell the real story.
I am an average fisho, no real speciality. I have consistently shown that I can equally not catch every specie of fish and occasionally get lucky. This is a story about my "real" experience with snapper fishing.
We, as an extended mixed group, have been going to Black Point on Yorke Peninsula, South Australia (as I live in Adelaide) for over thirty years. It was a holiday for us Guys & Girls, then as Men & Women and now as Mothers & Fathers with our kids.
Fishing was part of that holiday but not "the" holiday. We slowly (and I emphasis the slowly) built up our knowledge about the fishing in the area, mainly Squid, Gar and Crabs. Those "lessons" were from the dozens and dozens of trips resulting in donuts or a pitiful catch.
The same was with Snapper. We would get some info, or find out something, or work out a plan of attack to hit the Reds. And fail again and again. BUT we would learn what to do for next time and what not to do, for the next trip.
Donut trip
After donut trip
After donut trip
After donut trip
As it worked out, some many years of trying, we finally caught some Snapper at Black Point. You see, we have caught some (yes, only some), in Adelaide and a few other places BUT what may work at one place sometimes doesn't in another.
AND then finally, woohoo.
Most people see a bloke holding two Snapper. I see the countless trips, the inordinate amount of of effort it took to get just those two fish.
I now can catch some Snapper, only some. I'm no Great Snapper Fisho, but occasionally one or two Snapper decide to commit suicide, and I just happen to be there as they choose my hooks to do it on. As far as my Snapper fishing ability, nothing to brag about but equally, enough to put a smile on my face and to have stories to tell and bore the other old blokes in the Nursing Home when I get that old. I now know a little about Snapper, fishing wise, barely, from years of poor performances and some even sole destroying. It may not be what the "experts" do, but I know enough to have a decent attempt and know that donuts are still a regular result but I know it wasn't me, it was just that they just weren't there or not biting or maybe, it was me , , , , we are always learning.
Cheers, Bugatti
This photo, on it's own, may look impressive BUT it doesn't tell the real story.
I am an average fisho, no real speciality. I have consistently shown that I can equally not catch every specie of fish and occasionally get lucky. This is a story about my "real" experience with snapper fishing.
We, as an extended mixed group, have been going to Black Point on Yorke Peninsula, South Australia (as I live in Adelaide) for over thirty years. It was a holiday for us Guys & Girls, then as Men & Women and now as Mothers & Fathers with our kids.
Fishing was part of that holiday but not "the" holiday. We slowly (and I emphasis the slowly) built up our knowledge about the fishing in the area, mainly Squid, Gar and Crabs. Those "lessons" were from the dozens and dozens of trips resulting in donuts or a pitiful catch.
The same was with Snapper. We would get some info, or find out something, or work out a plan of attack to hit the Reds. And fail again and again. BUT we would learn what to do for next time and what not to do, for the next trip.
Donut trip
After donut trip
After donut trip
After donut trip
As it worked out, some many years of trying, we finally caught some Snapper at Black Point. You see, we have caught some (yes, only some), in Adelaide and a few other places BUT what may work at one place sometimes doesn't in another.
AND then finally, woohoo.
Most people see a bloke holding two Snapper. I see the countless trips, the inordinate amount of of effort it took to get just those two fish.
I now can catch some Snapper, only some. I'm no Great Snapper Fisho, but occasionally one or two Snapper decide to commit suicide, and I just happen to be there as they choose my hooks to do it on. As far as my Snapper fishing ability, nothing to brag about but equally, enough to put a smile on my face and to have stories to tell and bore the other old blokes in the Nursing Home when I get that old. I now know a little about Snapper, fishing wise, barely, from years of poor performances and some even sole destroying. It may not be what the "experts" do, but I know enough to have a decent attempt and know that donuts are still a regular result but I know it wasn't me, it was just that they just weren't there or not biting or maybe, it was me , , , , we are always learning.
Cheers, Bugatti