Olive is hosting Fun Monday this week
Here’s da rules;
I would like to hear about your *whopper* of a fishing story. Yes, you heard it correctly whether it is fictional or non fictional I want to hear a fishing story from you. An example would be if you catch a minnow and tell it that you caught a swordfish (exaggeration is the operative word here). Did you hear me say show your photo(s)? Of course you did – be creative.
Hoo Boy I love to read those words “be creative” it opens up all sorts of opportunities for someone like me, who’s blog is based on the motto “Never let the truth stand in the way of a good story”.
Lets see which of my favourite fishing stories I should tell you… the one about the huge snapper from Coffin Bay, even the name conjures up pictures…. The one about the Marlin out from Port Douglas…. The one about the monster Sampson fish on Cape York…. Or about fishing the Daly River in the NT?
I’ll settle for the time I was fishing in the Daly River in the Northern Territory, this river is one of the very best spots to fish for Australia’s prime fresh water fish the Barramundi, the pleasure of eating the beautiful white flesh of a Barra is only surpassed by the joy they give when you catch one of these fighting fish.
I was alone fishing from a 10 foot flat bottomed punt, this provided a stable fishing platform in the calm water of the Daly River… that is until you remember this river is full of crocodiles many of which are 18 to 20 feet long… but it does have the famous Barramundi too!!!!
I had a pop-eye-mullet bait fish about 20 meters behind the boat on a suitably rigged line just waiting for a Barra to attack it, suddenly the reel started to unwind line at a rapid rate, allowing plenty of time for the bait to be swallowed I finally set the drag to allow me to start the battle.
By this time I had 70/80 meters of line out behind the boat so it was time to start bringing this fish home, I worked away at pumping the rod and winding in some line for about 3 or 4 minutes and was rewarded by the sight of a 4/5 foot fish leaping clear of the water, this is a trait of Barra and is one of the reasons they are such fun to catch, he only jumped once but even at a distance of some 50 meters I saw he was a monster.
I set to work on carefully bringing him to the boat and after about 15 minutes had him only a few feet from the boat, at this distance I got my first real look at him in the murky water… yes!!! At least 4 feet long and…………. Am I seeing things?.... Is that a dorsal fin?.... is that a bloody shark at least half the size (well length anyway) of this TINY boat?…. What the hell am I supposed to do next?...
About this time the shark made the same discovery that I had and decided he didn’t want anything to do with me or my TINY boat, so with renewed vigour he started to thrash about fiercely and by the grace of the fishing Gods he snapped the line and swam disdainfully away… thank you fishing Gods!!!!!
Note the river is tidal and there are often sharks up to 10 miles in from the coastline up there.
Here is a little bonus story;
I was fishing from a beach on Cape York, there are some pretty serious fish taken from beaches up there so the gear I was using was of a fairly high breaking strain, suddenly I got a strike which started the reel screaming, I had no sooner applied some drag to the line when it broke…. So much for my 25 pound line and heavy hooks!!!!
I was inspecting the remnants of my tackle when a local came along, I asked him what was likely to have been on the end of my line and had so contemptuously snapped it off…. Probably a Sampson Fish he replied, never having heard of this breed before I asked him what they looked like…. Buggered if I know he replied… not many of the buggers ever get landed!!!!!
Both these stories are true by the way, now go and read the lies that others have written in their posts at Olive’s.