my brother, Barry, and I went fishing (Legendary Rockfishing) twice and had a great holiday. It’s mid summer, weather’s strange, but warm, maybe not strange at all, it’s all good. I don’t have any resolutions for this year and won’t even state that I plan to write more.
I’ve been thinking about how to offer the online content I create in a different format, and am working on that in the background. In the foreground, there is lots happening, family, friends, visitors, work, and some exciting stuff. All good stuff
Last week I was asked whether I was available to take a couple who were visiting Great Barrier Island fishing off the rocks. They were staying with a friend of mine and since I hadn’t been to her place, I decided to check the area out the day before. After meeting and having a chat with everyone, I walked down from the house to the bay pictured below to suss out the track and where to fish.
The full article with tips, tricks and how this big moocher was landed can be read on fishing.benisland.com.
As my friend Sinclair put it some time ago, “there is quite a bit to (rock)fishing”. The plan for yesterday was to target and arrest kingfish. Everything went according to plan and we experienced spectacular rockfishing action. Continue reading Kingfish Off The Rocks VI→
Sunday morning, 0630, Great Barrier Island, Tryphena. While the rooster is crowing, I’m putting pre-tied rigs into my fishing pack and am getting ready to head out. My plan is simple but sound. It is a calm day, slightly overcast, a northerly wind will develop later in the morning, low tide is at 0930 and while most are still in their beds, Rani – the fishing dog – and I are about to embark on a land-based fishing adventure.
I was feeling energetic walking along the coast with the fishing pack on the back, the rods in one hand and the bucket with bait and burley in the other. It was Sunday morning, about 10 o’clock, and the
plan was to arrest a few fish for dinner. I was so eager about this rockfishing mission that I even took the live-bait rod. The plan was to burley hard, catch a decent snapper and send a live bait out under a balloon before low tide at 12 o’clock.
Conditions seemed great, the sky was overcast, the wind variable and the sea slight. As I was walking up and down those big boulders, telling Rani for the x-th time to either go ahead or behind me, I was thinking of the last times I fished this spot. Mateo and I hooked into big snapper effortlessly, and I was wondering what this day might bring.
A successful fishing mission usually starts out with a solid plan, and while I was waiting for Mateo and watching the sun rise over Medland’s Beach on a beautiful morning on Great Barrier Island I anticipated that we were in for a treat today. Mateo had contacted me through BENIsLAND a few days earlier and since he seemed very keen (about fishing) and was heading to the Barrier, we arranged to hook up and go for a serious fish off the rocks.
In my youth, I aspired to be great at table tennis, arguably the sport they play in heaven, but ultimately, I spent heaps of time in gymnasiums and only thought about my choice of sport more consciously, years after playing actively, when a flatmate asked why anyone would want to spend a lot of time in a closed, unnatural environment and chase a ball with a racket. Duuh, it’s the sport they play in heaven, do I need say anything more?
Imagine, however, mixing some of the things you enjoy most (nature, fresh air, the sea, walking, fresh food), spicing them up with adventure, excitement, and if you like, danger, the unknown factor, physical activity and, wait for it, yes, to make it a sport, discipline.
I woke up a few minutes before my alarm was about to go off (25-03-2014; 0530), a sign of getting old and perhaps anticipation of productive fishing. It was of course still dark and it took about 30 minutes to get the morning chores done. Feeding the animals, digging a hole, packing my fishing gear and watering the gardens.
While riding down the drive way on the quad, struggling to hold the torch, the bucket and the gaff in one hand and steering with the other one, I appreciated that it was a warm morning and that it wasn’t raining.
It was still dark when I arrived at the bay I intended to fish. Walking to the headlands of it takes about 30 minutes, but the rocks were slippery, so I walked both slowly and carefully. It started raining.
On Saturday I had the pleasure to meet up with John Lennan on the southern side of Great Barrier Island, where he was competing for the Black Jug Fishing Haggle. This biannual competition, or as the locals say comp, attracts local and mainland fishing enthusiasts and is usually hosted at Tipi and Bobs Waterfront Lodge in Tryphena.
There are four main fishing comps on the Island per year and, independent of individual general opinions about such competitions, they do attract mainlanders to the island, which affects our micro-economy positively, creates casual employment opportunities, promotes the Island and allows for a comfortable get-together and of course the chance to win the big prize, which shouldn’t be sneezed at either.