I drove up the harbour under lights, under the bridge, and headed for the lee of Meola reef. With outgoing tide and wind in the same direction, I figured that at least in the lee of the reef I could escape any wave action, and so it proved. I got the berley going and rigged the #8 with a dark clouser. As the sky began to lighten I sent out the first cast. Soon I had my first hit, a peewhacker snapper that went back. Over the next 90 minutes I hit small snapper after small snapper - where are the big guys?
The wind was building, probably about 10 knots at the stage when I noticed a swirl and splash behind the boat - I grabbed the #11, peeled line out and made a cast in that general direction on a hunch. 2 pulls into the retrieve and I got hit hard, I jammed a strip strike in and let go - line peeled off like I'd hooked a tarpon. In less than 2 m of water the fish had the option of heading upstream to the reef and busting me or heading down-current, and he chose option 2 which kept him in relatively obstruction free water. The fight was torrid, again and again he used the current to take line, the Tibor gave its growl again and again. I didn't time the fight but by the time I'd worked him up-current it must have been at least 15 minutes, and I was pretty damn happy to slip the net under a well legal sized fish, which I estimated to be in the 5-6kg range.
The wind soon made casting hazardous so I nipped down under the harbour bridge for a flick with a softbait. Again, just small snapper were home, and as I was playing one I heard the "peep-peep" of a duckling... no way... but yes, mum duck had taken her kids out for a harbour trip. They'd crossed the busy ferry lane and were making their way into the wind and tide... I never thought I'd see anything like that.
When the Now Casting service called the gusts at >30 kt I decided to get out while the going was good, a bit of a drenching was received from spray but I got back to the ramp safe and sound.
Hope this wind eases.
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