It was the last outing of the season with my local club on Morton Fishery and reports indicated that some good bags were coming to the scales.
With only a slight ripple on the surface and only a couple of boats out, I went with the floating line as usual with a long leader and single black dancer.
After a couple of casts I was into my first fish and thought I had cracked it. With my first fish in the boat in less than quarter of an hour I was on a high. At just under 3lb it was a good start. I was fishing on the dam wall and next cast I was in again but after screaming along the surface I felt the line go slack and it was gone. I decided to take a long drift and it took another hour before I got another offer.
Despite the water temperature being ok I thought that the air temperature dropped drastically as the session wore on. Changing to a fast glass and hot head damsel brought a savage tug, but unfortunately no lock on. Moving down to the bottom end of the big bay, I cast out and let the damsel go down a bit and it was fish on. It fought better than the first fish, though a little smaller – but it was a fish. By now I was chittering with the cold and decided to call it a day. I had a couple of casts on the way in to the pier and despite getting a couple of tugs, that was to be my limit.