We stopped in the shallows where we got a heap of salmon trout yesterday, but no luck this time. Who would have thought they would actually move on from this spot in the last 15 hours.... An hour had now passed, so we headed off past the power station to the squid grounds and spent the next 45 minutes stocking up the live bait tank.
The next 5 hours was spent dragging these poor squid around 20 metres below the surface, or letting them fight against the balloon bouncing in the wind along the surface, however, we still ended up with the same result we would have got if we were back in the local pub.... nothing caught...however, as they say, a bad day fishing is a better option than being at work...... apparently. We decided that we were just not going to get any of these elusive Kingfish today, so we grabbed our tackle and headed off to the shallows for a bit of fun.
At least we were successful with this. Salmon Trout by the hundreds. Once we had enough for a feed, and with rain clouds bearing down on us, we headed back to the upper reaches of the river to see if these bloody fish actually existed and were just hiding from us.
Another hour or more passed by with us dangling our tackle in seemingly empty waters, and the day was closing in fast, so the Trout were filleted, the squid were decapitated and the boat was cleaned.
Another year has passed without any Kingfish to be seen. It was mutually agreed that this was probably the last time we were going to come here and target these fish... time to start looking for snapper methinks.
I spent the first hour after getting back to the cabin re-hydrating with a half a bottle of Bacardi whilst skinning the fish and wrapping up to put in the freezer. A follow up with a quick shower and getting dressed up in our best Sneens outfit, then meant we were then ready to visit the local establishment for a brew or two, washed down with some Pub Grub for dinner.
There was a reasonable amount of tap beers to try, but on closer inspection., West End Draught, XXXX and a light beer just weren't going to cut it today, so I downed a few too many of my favourite Coopers Pale Ale, before retiring back to the cabin..... only to find The Rocky Horror Picture Show was playing on late night TV. Despite my body screaming at me to go to bed, I sat up finishing the bottle of Bacardi chuckling unnecessarily at a show that I am not even sure is funny and singing loudly to the handful of songs I knew the words to, and making up the words to the rest. Peter was lucky enough to have fallen asleep 2 minutes after laying down, so he didn't have to listen to me belting out multiple Aria worthy performances of songs that don't even begin to make sense... especially with the words I was making up. I ended up correcting this blog at least 3 times, such was the distraction of Frankenfurter - The Sweet Transvestite singing along with me
Home tomorrow.... no more fishing. Not here anyway.
Need to spend the next week or 2 piecing together the mountains of video and pictures I have taken in the hope of making my own short movie on how to spend 3 days boating, drinking and fishing, without catching our target fish.