What a fish, what a bloody fish!
I was stoked, shaking like a leaf in the breeze I just sat there staring at this chrome plated beauty for a minute in admiration.
I’d travelled nearly a thousand k's for this and paddled 75 ks in the last few days and finally caught one.
Dave paddled over and with a gigantic smile on his face he congratulated and high fived me. He said to me “now you got the barra bug Stevo “and I yelled sh&t yeah, sure have!"
Getting the lure out of its gob I noticed the trebles were all bent out of shape and it was also crushed and taking in water. Showing Dave the lure he was gobsmacked that the fish didn’t escape and words like lucky bastard were used in jest.
I was just happy as, a few (several) pics were taken and the fish was measured then released, slowly swimming off with a flick of its tail.
It went 92cm, no metery, yet but we still had 3 days and nights fishing to go.
When I first heard the drag scream, I flicked on the video camera I had set up on top of my sounder in the same motion when going for my rod from the rod holder and the footage turned out a treat. Maybe a new career?
I had in mind…nah just lucky this time that the fished jumped exactly where I had the camera pointed. After the adrenalin rush had subsided and the blood flow slowed I was buggered. It was just after sunrise and at least 30 degrees and I paddled back the 4k's back to camp for breakfast and a rest before the wind got up which arrived every day from the east at around 9am.