Once again we headed north on the 3 hour drive to the boat at Whangaroa harbour. As usual huge amounts of food tackle and beer lowered the waterline of the good ship UWANNAGO and under the cover of night we slowly cruised down to the harbour entrance to drop anchor and catch bait for the following days fishing. We had heard of a few very localised patches of late season marlin and we were keen to nail one last fish for the year.
Saturday morning dawned and we were greeted with freezing cold but glassy calm conditions, as we cruised out the heads the view of fog falling down the surrounding cliffs was nothing short of amazing.
The gear was set at the 100m mark and we slowly made our way north, it felt strange to be fully rugged up in winter clothing trolling but hey the fish were here....apparently. After a hearty feed of bacon eggs and sausages we were all enjoying the sun up in the flybridge when that familiar sound rang out zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
I was in the skippers chair and bounded down the stairs followed by dave and johnny no marlin. we had a small stripey of about 70kg swatting at the joe yee on the long corner. I teased it up and dropped back again for another half hearted swat then just as a bait was due to be pitched another much larger fish appeared from the side and whammo we were in. Johnny no marlin was on the rod and the conditions had turned from glass to pretty average so backing up was interesting. The fish was a horse of a stripey possibly pushing 200k(certainly much larger than our last fish of 154k)and angry at that, line melted off the 80w and soon we started to get low, drag backed off a touch and we made the turn to turn and chase.......too late the pressure was off and the line had snapped!!!!!! FUCK!
that was the 24th marlin Johnny has been connected to and he still hasnt managed to make one stay on........
Feeling dejected we reset the gear and got back to watching lures...... nothing more happened so by late afternoon the call was made to head in to the islands for a dive and a snapper fish.
The boys came up for a dive at "the supermarket" empty handed????? what was going on? maybe we should have stayed home and played board games???
We found a likely looking snapper spot and Whammo.
Non stop action, This was more like it, Johnny no marlin made up for the morning by Nocking a few nice fish on the head, in 2 hours we had 25 nice snapper on ice and it was time to relax and watch the sun drop over the cavalli's with rum in hand.
Day two dawned and with a deteriorating forecast we decided to head out to drag some more lures before returning to the islands to play around some more.
Conditions started off average and didnt get any better. by 11am it was still below 10c and the water temp was around 16.7c Fucking cold! then the rain started and it didn't take long before we turned about face and headed back to the shelter of the islands..... for some more snapper punishment and a bit more diving, this time more productive with a couple of crayfish joining us for dinner and another great snapper fishing session ensued.
once again Johnny no Marlin nabbing the biggest fish(even if it was handicapped.....
More rum's...... Laughs......and good food carried us through the night but after a windy night on anchor we awoke to see swells charging up the coast and with a bitterly cold southerly dampening our spirits we decided to play round the islands before heading for home.
"Wind from the south...fish shut their mouth"
This seemed to be ringing true today. I threw all manner of surface lures while the boys jigged and dropped livies for zip,nada..... nothing. One small snapper was all we had to show for our efforts so we made the trip back to the marina in "pleasant" conditions.
After spending most of summer at 7 knots it was nice to feel the throttles go down as Mikey eased the cat up to 30knots.
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