Well, we are still waiting for the long-awaited start to our season. October came and went and no billfish came. November must deliver the goods, fish that is!
We had persistent reports, more like rumours, of a sailfish run, but we did not see any, although we fished hard every week. Except for yet another record.
The smallest sailfish yet seen on Wayward Wind must have gone every ounce of 10 lbs. We free-spooled at least six times as the small fish tried again and again to eat Mr. Purple, almost set the hook once, and then I'm sure I heard the great Mr.Purple say, as he shook his head, "Gerrof little fellow and come back when you've grown bigger."
We did have some fun on the reef, 'fun' and 'reef' two words not normally seen in the same sentence, but beggars cannot be choosers, and we registered a variety of trevally or jacks if you prefer. Pictures are attached, id's courtesy of our good friend, Parkie Codfather and his mate, Chris “Would you buy a second-hand car from this man” Cole.
The fish are horse-eye, black and bar jacks. The bar being a speciality of Mr. Cole.
So, enough of all this jollity and back to the serious business of catching some serious fish.