Brisbane Waters - May 2004

Brisbane Waters

Date: May 2004

It had been quite a few months since we last fished Brisbane Water on one of our outings so we thought we would get a few folks interested in attending. In the end we ended up with 13 starters at the boat ramp at Woy Woy. 6am saw us all launching boats and heading off into the early morning light in search of some piscatorial sport. I teamed up with Big Bob as for once we had more boats that we needed on the day. Bob and I started our sojourn around the racks near Paddy’s Channel, unfortunately the wind and the weed made it very difficult and we decided to try down near the Rip Bridge out of the wind. The plan was to anchor up and start a berley trail as one never knows what might be persuaded into the trail and potentially onto our flies. When we got to the bridge we noticed millions of small baitfish swimming in the shallows, but there was no sign of anything chasing them, so we threw the anchors and started with out plan. As is always the case the tide took the berley away from us faster than we anticipated and we could see fish coming up and hitting the floating bread well out of casting distance. We persevered for a little while and then decided to move closer to the bridge where the fish were hitting the surface…and this we did. O.k…. guess what happened…. We threw out more berley and the fish were nowhere to be seen. The water was extremely clear and I guess we must have spooked them. Anyway suffice to say that we soon gave that plan away and moved around to the back of St Huberts and tried some of the leases there. It was tough going with the water clarity giving the fish too much opportunity to scarper before we could even get a cast at them. The fish were there just damned hard to catch. A call from Chris Bannerman, who said they were having the same result up in Woy Woy Bay, and Bob and I headed up into Narara Creek where we hoped the water would be a bit murkier. It was, but not by much and we could see the berley on the bottom at 7 ft. We kept at it for a while and I managed a small tailor on one of my new flashy clousers (which I later donated to the bridge!) and then got a butterfish on a bread fly cast into the trail. It was getting close to BBQ time so Bob decided to start casting along the edges on our way back down the creek, hoping we’d pick up a bream or lizard waiting to ambush whatever passed by their noses. Not a touch to be had so we hauled our sorry backsides back to the ramp to meet the others for lunch. We got to the ramp at 11:30 and no-one else was back so a few calls to the others found Brownie out of breath and swearing after being bitten off by a good tailor. I wasn’t going to expect him back any time soon as there was a chance of more tailor being close by. Bob and I snuck around the corner and tried one more go at the racks whilst the others proceeded back to the ramp. A couple of shy hits and no fish meant we were back at the ramp at 12 and ready to start lunch. The story was much the same for everyone with the best fish of the day being a good bream caught by Matt. Lucky the sausage sandwiches were there or we’d have been pretty disheartened. Still that what keeps us coming back…… the challenge.