The elusive Kingfish

I remember back a few years when  I went on this same fishing jaunt with Peter and a few of his mates and their boats. We stayed in a shack that would have been better described as 4 walls and a roof. It did have electricity, but didn't have   running water, which wasn't overly helpful during night 2 with a belly full of booze and 20 partially cooked crabs that decided to want to exit my body at 2am. 

Anyway, it is Sunday and Peter and I are heading off again on trip 3 to see if we can get ourselves a Kingfish or 2. It is a very plain boring drive which meant we could actually talk about life for 4 hours. But apart from discussing the strategies we would be trying to catch these buggers, the rest was just bloke dribble - which will be translated into heaps of stories when Tracy asks "what did you talk about?"  

The weather forecast is not too bad if we were only looking at temperatures. Unfortunately the wind will be pushing 40km/hr so we are hoping that is the forecast for the open water. 

It's 12:00 nearly as I write this, and we are about 100k short of Pt Augusta. This afternoon is going to be about setting up, research and the odd drink or 3. Depending on the consumption of the aforementioned drink, we could potentially head out towards dusk for a quick session, and maybe a fish as well. 

Bring on the Kingfish.