Our New Zealand Adventure travel blog

 

 

 


The other weekend Bec and I woke for an early morning fishing mission with my

buddy Andrew. Paddling our kayaks offshore (at 6 a.m.) as the sun rose we ventured

off Ocean Beach to an unnamed island. It was early and we were tired, but the early

bird gets the worm. The day was fine, light winds, not a cloud in the sky. There’s

nothing like wearing a pair of shorts in the middle of winter, especially when they’re

really short shorts! We fished for a few hours and caught a few decent size fish but

nothing spectacular. Becca caught about 30 rock cod (they are very annoying and

not good eating). At one point I looked down at my feet to see what I thought was a

massive sting ray feeding on the kelp near our burley (chum) block. It turned and I

realized I was looking at the silhouette of without a doubt the largest snapper I’d ever

seen or even heard of. Andrew saw it as well and cast for it but it spooked and swam

off. I was STOKED. It absolutely made my day just seeing the fish. Becca of course

thought I was exaggerating its size. Typical.

We kept an eye out for the fish for the next 90 minutes hoping to see it again. Then

Andrew saw what he thought was a shark about 30 meters off the island so I cast a

huge chunk of bait out to it on my measly worn out reel spooled with only 20lb line.

BAM! The fish took the bait and screamed off. It turned in the water and showed

its belly at which point we realized it was the massive snapper. All hell broke lose.

Becca started freaking out, Andrew was half in the water trying to keep my line of

the rocks that the tide was slowly exposing, and I was screaming like a little girl.

Andrew’s an experienced fisherman and guided me through playing the fish. After

about 5 minutes we finally slid it onto the rocks and gaffed it. Then I thanked God,

Jesus, Allah, etc. The fish was massive. Every fisherman’s lofty goal in NZ is the 20

pound snapper. When I tell people about this 30+ pounder they tell me to stop with

the fairy tales. No one believes it until I show ‘em the pictures. It’s most definitely

the fish of a lifetime and in the end I let it happily swim off. It’s a 60-70 year old

breeding fish and I’m hoping that brings me some good karma. We already had

plenty of snapper and mussels for dinner anyway.

Lastly, I finally got a new wagon to replace the one the burglars scooted off with. It’s

a 2-door 1988 Mitsubishi Pajero diesel turbo and it’s mean as hell. We finally towed

the boat out again this weekend.

It’s a tough life.



Advertisement
OperationEyesight.com
Entry Rating:     Why ratings?
Please Rate:  
Thank you for voting!
Share |