FishAmaniac
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Hi all,
I've just returned from this weeks trip.
The original plan was to meet Tommy at Brunswick at 0730, fish the flood and a short while of the ebb before heading to Perch Rock. The first part of the plan went ahead as intended. We arrived to an empty prom and picked our spots.
Eventually a few other people arrived and the short section of the prom was full.
The early part of the session was devoid of any action. The going was very slow. Tommy did get a couple of small whiting, but nothing to write home about.
I was expecting the action to pick up as high tide approached as is usually the case with the ray fishing in this part of the river. And thankfully it did.
We went from nothing to everything going off in the blink of an eye. From around 11am the bites started.
I had 2 rays and two doggies a a dropped run which happened whilst I was helping Tommy land his ray. He also managed a couple of doggies too. A better session for Tommy this time
Once the tide turned bites dropped off again and the weed picked up. It started ripping too and keeping a bait in situ was becoming difficult.
The time had come to make the decision about the second part of the trip. Stay or pack up and head to the other side of the river... The conditions weren't great, we were quite comfortable on the prom with a shelter so we decided to stay.
The fishing was terrible for the rest of the session, few bites and lots of weed. Had we made the right decision? We'll never know...
So, what about the heartbreak? The session didn't sound too bad, we'd had a few fish, kept dry and warm...?
Well, I did get one more bite, a couple of hours before low. By this time the tide had eased and the weed had lessened too. By this point I was only using one rod. I baited up a squid otg launched it as far as I could. Tommy went to find a toilet and I sat and waited to see if there would be any change of fortune.
After about 10 minutes I'd got distracted by my phone
but noticed out of the corner of my eye my line blowing around in the wind. This must be a decent fish surely? As I ferociously wound up the slack I could feel the odd knock of the lead still being dragged along. I finally connected with the fish and was instantly met with some serious heavy thumps. It was heavy too. The fish fought all the way, even taking line at times. All I could think was this doesn't feel like a ray...
It kept its head down all the way. Any guesses what it was when I saw it? Go on, guess...! You're wrong...
It was the biggest bass I've ever seen in real life. I've caught them up to 6lb before and this looked bigger. I could see it's scales from the over 30 odd feet away I was above it. I phoned Tommy to get here quick to help with landing the fish. He came running and took the rod so I could climb over the rail to try and lift the fish. He suggested I try to take a photo incase we couldn't land it. I had the line in one hand and was fumbling for my phone with the other. Then I felt the line go slack...
And that was it, gone, probably never to be seen again.
We tried a few more casts but didn't get anything.
Has anyone else ever seen something like this from that far up the river?
Here's some pics..






I've just returned from this weeks trip.
The original plan was to meet Tommy at Brunswick at 0730, fish the flood and a short while of the ebb before heading to Perch Rock. The first part of the plan went ahead as intended. We arrived to an empty prom and picked our spots.
Eventually a few other people arrived and the short section of the prom was full.
The early part of the session was devoid of any action. The going was very slow. Tommy did get a couple of small whiting, but nothing to write home about.
I was expecting the action to pick up as high tide approached as is usually the case with the ray fishing in this part of the river. And thankfully it did.
We went from nothing to everything going off in the blink of an eye. From around 11am the bites started.
I had 2 rays and two doggies a a dropped run which happened whilst I was helping Tommy land his ray. He also managed a couple of doggies too. A better session for Tommy this time

Once the tide turned bites dropped off again and the weed picked up. It started ripping too and keeping a bait in situ was becoming difficult.
The time had come to make the decision about the second part of the trip. Stay or pack up and head to the other side of the river... The conditions weren't great, we were quite comfortable on the prom with a shelter so we decided to stay.
The fishing was terrible for the rest of the session, few bites and lots of weed. Had we made the right decision? We'll never know...
So, what about the heartbreak? The session didn't sound too bad, we'd had a few fish, kept dry and warm...?
Well, I did get one more bite, a couple of hours before low. By this time the tide had eased and the weed had lessened too. By this point I was only using one rod. I baited up a squid otg launched it as far as I could. Tommy went to find a toilet and I sat and waited to see if there would be any change of fortune.
After about 10 minutes I'd got distracted by my phone

It kept its head down all the way. Any guesses what it was when I saw it? Go on, guess...! You're wrong...
It was the biggest bass I've ever seen in real life. I've caught them up to 6lb before and this looked bigger. I could see it's scales from the over 30 odd feet away I was above it. I phoned Tommy to get here quick to help with landing the fish. He came running and took the rod so I could climb over the rail to try and lift the fish. He suggested I try to take a photo incase we couldn't land it. I had the line in one hand and was fumbling for my phone with the other. Then I felt the line go slack...
And that was it, gone, probably never to be seen again.
We tried a few more casts but didn't get anything.
Has anyone else ever seen something like this from that far up the river?
Here's some pics..





