By the time me, Cock & TT had gathered at Okahu Bay, the SW had really kicked in way beyond the 10 kts forecast. We were all carrying soft baiting gear and had a few fly rods, but man it would be too snotty for drifting so we quickly hatched Plan B - and Cock got on his way to find some pillies. We blatted out to a marker for a look and a cast and a kingi chased Cock's fly but didn't eat, and as is the norm it was a one shot wonder, either hook up straight away or the fish switch off. We moved around a bit, chucking flies here and there to no avail, so decided to go in and sit on St Heliers. We had a reasonable little session there, getting busted a couple of times by the more decent fish, and boating a bunch of peewhackers. After that we decided to brave the channels again, man the wind against tide was causing standing waves over the shallower structures. We bashed around, getting soaked in the process. On one pole that we don't normally visit we found a rather large kingi (so I was told - I just didn't see him) in residence but he was disdainful of our offerings. To be fair, casting was an utter biarch and getting the fly in the zone was challenging.
Sun was dropping and we were about to pack it in when a spray caught TT's attention - a couple of pilot whales were moving through. I pointed and clicked but not sure if I got any decent photos. Will upload if i did. Back at TT's the night was still and calm.... that wind was gone...
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