Got back on Sunday arvo from a few weeks in NZ and noticed the fridge was bare. Decided to go for a quick fish on Monday morning, as the seas were flat and the weather was glorious. It was a late start, arriving at the rocks around 10am. A couple of local mates had been there for an hour or two and only had 5 fish between them, so I wasn't too hopeful. Rigged up, cast in and was on within 30 seconds. Lucky me The fish were rolling on the bait and not feeding, but the downs were there if you knew what to look for. I shallowed right up to 1.5m and hooked a few. The locals were just shaking their heads as the fish kept coming. My mate Bob landed three, which is generally two more than usual, and the other boys got another four between them. I got hit hard and busted off in short order, several times, as the pigs came out to play. Didn't land a single one and had to re-rig three times as they busted me off. They felt like better than average fish and one almost pulled the rod out of my hands as it hit. A great couple of hours and I ended up with 9 fish and dropped 11 as I was trying to land them. No swell meant a dead lift onto the shelf and most were lightly hooked due to their tentative takes, but it was fun. Total for the day between four of us was, 3, 4, 5 and 9. Got to be happy with a feed for the next few days.
Caught a bream in NZ, but it was pink with blue spots. Weird!!! it wasn't a blickfush, so tossed it back.