There was this one offshore yak fishing opportunity for the week showing up on Seabreeze and confirmed by MetEye. I put out the word on FB the afternoon before and, as I'd hoped, tunny agreed to accompany me on a brief foray to Little Halls Reef before the wind started blowing hard from the north, for several days.
Tunny was already in the carpark when my little green Mazda also arrived, at around 0450. Soon we were trundling our yaks down to the beach where I was happy to be greeted by a very small swell and smooth waters inshore but in the improving light, a small chop out wider, denoting a light NW breeze, as forecast.
I really needed a snapper today as my snapper score for 2017 so far has been woeful and way below my yearly average. I was also intent on experimenting with a bobby cork rig which allowed a live or dead bait (or lure) to be suspended at a depth of 10m. Today it was rigged for bait. Those familiar with Little Halls Reef will immediately recognize that such a rig, if working properly, will keep the bait 2-3m above the ocean floor in that area. So, snag free but well within the reach of succulent and nervous bottom dwellers such as sweetlip.
Tunny was first in the area (well he is younger, and fitter!). After a short while he reported that he'd found a small patch of bait, which is really important, we think, for indicating where we should fish. "The secret to fishing: fish where the fish are." This first patch of bait proved illusory and so we paddled and drifted randomly fishing all the while and eventually I ran across a decent, if rather small, patch of bait which I marked and then told tunny about. We fished within about 50m of this bait school for the rest of the session.
We'd started fishing the area at around 0600 and the first action wasn't for an hour or so after this. My experimental bobby cork rig provided it. I was fishing with a SP on my casting rig and keeping a peripheral eye on my bobby cork, bobbing around some 10-15m away, with the bait suspended at 10m depth. Quite suddenly the float sank. My heart raced and I struck to feel a slight weight which soon revealed itself to be a very juvenile Maori cod. Hey, the rig worked! The stinger treble was lodged securely in its jaw. Back it went to do some growing up.
I rebaited the bobby cork rig with a pre-sliced strip of bonito and paddled the short distance back to the bait school where I deployed my attractions again. It didn't take long. Again, the float disappeared, but more violently this time. Line was pouring off the reel and, having picked up the trailing rig, I had two rods in my hands. What's more, the casting outfit also took off (later I realised that the SP on this rig must have somehow become engaged with the bobby cork rig as I had line pouring off both reels).
Then everything went slack (well, nearly everything). My leader knot on the bobby cork rig had broken. Perhaps I'd upped the drag a little too high but the knot did break (bugger!). My float popped up some distance away and tunny helped retrieve it. So, what to do? Re-rig of course. No small task in a kayak rocking on the ocean: tie on a new leader (10m long), thread a bead on then thread the bobby cork on followed by tying on a new terminal rig, baiting it and paddling back to where the fish might be. This seemed a fair-enough idea at the time, but I made the fatal mistake of feeding out the 10m leader overboard while I was setting stuff up. I was all ready to redeploy it when I realised that I had the new leader around the rudder. Fark! There was nothing for it but to ask tunny to help and as it was "be kind to old guys' day" he did, but in the process the new leader etc was rendered useless (it was in several pieces, which is not good). But I hadn't lost my float, or the new terminal gear, which is good.
|Tunny helps out|
|My second snapper for 2017|
Even if I do say so myself, I think I did a decent job of getting the casting rig retrieved and out of the way and the drogue too, all while fighting the rampaging monster with my spare hand. I guessed early on that it may have been a cobia as it fought straight up and down (lots of down, I can tell you). Half way through the 15 minute fight I saw the cobe clearly below. Possibly a PB, I thought, but certainly not a Noosa Yakkers record. I just kept the pressure on and waited for the inevitable tiring of my opponent. The gaff went in once I judged it was really knackered and I dragged it aboard and slid it straight into the open hatch.
I had enough fish but tunny and I hung around for a little longer before heading in, accompanied by an increasing northerly breeze, exactly as forecast, and, unforecast, a pod of three whales which swam on a parallel track with me toward Middle Groyne for around 15 minutes.
Thanks for reading.
And for those who like to watch...
The cobia capture
The trip summary