Inspirational fishing story
Well this is a true yet amazing story of my good mate 'uey' losing one of his 9 lives on a reef trip up here in tropical far North Queensland.
He and Dave were out past Russell island in their centre console run-about on the outer reef having the time of their lives using Eco gear lures and almost bagging out on trout. But Then the weather took a turn for the worse.
Being the keen fisho's they were, they fished until the winds had come right up and the tropical thunderstorm was almost overhead.
With their tails between their legs they decided it was time to err on the side of caution and head home, albeit a touch late.
The ride home was rough to say the least, with the boys clinging to the centre console squinting into the driving rain and bracing as each wave hit sending barrages of water into the boat. The bilge pump was running flat out and may have been instrumental in saving their lives later on.
About 45 mins into the savageness of Mother Nature things suddenly went wrong.
The boat had quickly surfed down the backside of a particularly large wave and buried the nose in the face of the next on a very acute angle. This sent the boat viciously hard right throwing uey left into Dave who had momentarily lost his grip. Dave said it felt like he had been tackled by the entire qld state of origin squad.
Both the boys went overboard, somehow missed being annihilated by the prop by millimetres and sheer luck, came up coughing and spluttering.
The boat continued pounding into the fray, the kill switch was not being used, they had nothing but board shorts on.
Treading water, The situation was dire to say the least.
In a moment of utter disbelief dave heard uey chuckle the words ' well, we are proper f%#*d now!' The sound of the outboard became fainter, only the rain,wind, thunder and lost hope begain to become reality.
He reckons those words will be etched into his memory forever.
This was it. No way are we being rescued they thought. They were halfway between the reef and Russell island, impossible to swim to.
They could see the boat had turned slightly and was struggling into the storm.
As they watched, in hopeless curiosity the boat began doing a huge circle, getting tighter and tighter as the steering wheel went into the full lock position.
Uey decided to go for it. The swim was about 500meters. The swim was excruciating.
Finally he got close, by now the boat was churning tight circles and had taken a full load of water through the transom cable penetrations.
He had a sobering choice, try to grab the outside of the boat and risk having his legs dragged under the prop, or get the timing right, swim into the centre of the circle and try to grab the short bit of worn out rope hanging off the nose, he chose the latter.
As the boat tore past he swam furiously into the circle, now what? He had one chance.
Swimming into the path of a huge tinny with 100 horse power of death behind it is not everyone's cup of tea. But what choice did he have?
The rope was slippery but he held with superhuman strength, he tried to swing his body round to the low side but the boat threatened to capsize.
Lifting himself carefully up on the high side with the last of his strength he made his way to the console. Exhausted and in knee deep sloshing rolling water he knew that he had to reduce the engine power and straighten the boat. But it was harder than he thought and threatened to bog down further, sinking it.
With full power he straightened it up watching water pour over the stern.
The bilge pump was still amazingly working.
He had no idea what direction he had gone, for how long and was disoriented with all the circle work.
Where was Dave? Was he still alive?
Using the islands and compass he went back for Dave.
Trying to bury dark thoughts he searched. Dave was due to get married soon. How could he possibly live with that?
Suddenly, at first he thought it was debris, maybe a floating coconut, but then it waved!
Dave was alive! He pulled him In, Dave couldn't move, he was about to give up when he heard the outboard.
They limped back to the mainland swearing not to tell the bride, until the speeches on the wedding day!
What a day that will be.
Always connect your kill switch to your person, it may save your life.
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The Ecogear MW62F in 393 works an absolute treat over here !
This fish was wrestled out of oyster racks on 4lb leader and on 6lb braid !
The smile on my face doesn't say enough !
Up at 4am, big drive ahead, hit the water at 7, Ahh Toolondo love this place.
Cast after cast, hour after hour, mate hooks up Rainbow jumps, twang duck as his lure flies at our heads.
Again it starts, cast after cast, hour after hour, quick break for lunch then at it again.
5.15pm, we look at each other. 5 more casts, the usual line.
I go to the tackle box, what to choose, the MX, ZX, VX or Grass Minnow. No I go the faithful MW.
First cast, no cigar.
Second cast Wack, Bang, the scream of the drag, the explosion of the water, We're On.
After five minutes, three jumps, countless rolls and two strong runs its in the net.
Beautiful Brown buck, time for a photo, before it swims away.
Well this is a true yet amazing story of my good mate 'uey' losing one of his 9 lives on a reef trip up here in tropical far North Queensland.
He and Dave were out past Russell island in their centre console run-about on the outer reef having the time of their lives using Eco gear lures and almost bagging out on trout. But Then the weather took a turn for the worse.
Being the keen fisho's they were, they fished until the winds had come right up and the tropical thunderstorm was almost overhead.
With their tails between their legs they decided it was time to err on the side of caution and head home, albeit a touch late.
The ride home was rough to say the least, with the boys clinging to the centre console squinting into the driving rain and bracing as each wave hit sending barrages of water into the boat. The bilge pump was running flat out and may have been instrumental in saving their lives later on.
About 45 mins into the savageness of Mother Nature things suddenly went wrong.
The boat had quickly surfed down the backside of a particularly large wave and buried the nose in the face of the next on a very acute angle. This sent the boat viciously hard right throwing uey left into Dave who had momentarily lost his grip. Dave said it felt like he had been tackled by the entire qld state of origin squad.
Both the boys went overboard, somehow missed being annihilated by the prop by millimetres and sheer luck, came up coughing and spluttering.
The boat continued pounding into the fray, the kill switch was not being used, they had nothing but board shorts on.
Treading water, The situation was dire to say the least.
In a moment of utter disbelief dave heard uey chuckle the words ' well, we are proper f%#*d now!' The sound of the outboard became fainter, only the rain,wind, thunder and lost hope begain to become reality.
He reckons those words will be etched into his memory forever.
This was it. No way are we being rescued they thought. They were halfway between the reef and Russell island, impossible to swim to.
They could see the boat had turned slightly and was struggling into the storm.
As they watched, in hopeless curiosity the boat began doing a huge circle, getting tighter and tighter as the steering wheel went into the full lock position.
Uey decided to go for it. The swim was about 500meters. The swim was excruciating.
Finally he got close, by now the boat was churning tight circles and had taken a full load of water through the transom cable penetrations.
He had a sobering choice, try to grab the outside of the boat and risk having his legs dragged under the prop, or get the timing right, swim into the centre of the circle and try to grab the short bit of worn out rope hanging off the nose, he chose the latter.
As the boat tore past he swam furiously into the circle, now what? He had one chance.
Swimming into the path of a huge tinny with 100 horse power of death behind it is not everyone's cup of tea. But what choice did he have?
The rope was slippery but he held with superhuman strength, he tried to swing his body round to the low side but the boat threatened to capsize.
Lifting himself carefully up on the high side with the last of his strength he made his way to the console. Exhausted and in knee deep sloshing rolling water he knew that he had to reduce the engine power and straighten the boat. But it was harder than he thought and threatened to bog down further, sinking it.
With full power he straightened it up watching water pour over the stern.
The bilge pump was still amazingly working.
He had no idea what direction he had gone, for how long and was disoriented with all the circle work.
Where was Dave? Was he still alive?
Using the islands and compass he went back for Dave.
Trying to bury dark thoughts he searched. Dave was due to get married soon. How could he possibly live with that?
Suddenly, at first he thought it was debris, maybe a floating coconut, but then it waved!
Dave was alive! He pulled him In, Dave couldn't move, he was about to give up when he heard the outboard.
They limped back to the mainland swearing not to tell the bride, until the speeches on the wedding day!
What a day that will be.
Always connect your kill switch to your person, it may save your life.
The challenges this type of fishing exposes you to, is both physical and mental. To be able to go the extra distance, whilst tricking that fish into smashing your lure is what keeps me going back for more.
Whether it be deep winding into big eddies, casting under logs, high sticking over shallow pools or sight casting feeding trout; the MX48 is able to do it all.
This little minnow has caught me some outstanding fish and will always be a stand out in my trout arsenal.
I had caught blackfish as bycatch in the past on blades so i decided to tie on the Ecogear ZX30 in colour 412 which completely turned my day around. The photo is one of about 15 Blackfish caught over a 3 hour period up to 40cm in length using a slow lift and drop technique, they found the ZX30 irresistable and the small trailing stinger hooks provided excellent hookups in the small blackfish mouths
Here's abit of Sydney Harbour Action on a Particularly Slow Day using VX Blades and Yamatoyo SW PE Braided Line!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ii5Eq0nBJwk
Cheers :))
Bags packed off in the dark, long drive but on the creek at daylight, long walk throught the fallen trees and everlasting blackberries.
Day ends with 4lb brown buck and rainbow hen on 4.5lb.
Early to bed after a few drinks with friends. Concentrated on the rubicon with a brooky taking a MX, another tick off the bucket list.
Walking along big shadow seen spotters point out a big salmon buck, go to my MW the ever reliable, cast into the run bump. Bump pause, 'BANG'. Huge splash, up and down the slippery wet rocks, 5mins later and its in the net. Great fifht, great fish unbeatable lure.