Some time ago, I told Double Haul that I would try to get him some small Queenfish that he would be able to use as bait for his Billfishes addiction...
And yes I own him a few bait for all the garfishes that I dutifully lost while he was trying to teach me how to catch a Sailfish...
Well guess what?
Since then I was totally unable to land a single Queenfish...
Not a small or big one, no, nada, zilch, zero, niete, just a big fat doughnut on the Queenfish front!
Shame job really...
So this morning I told myself, I will go on the rocks, and get him some bait, and a feed for me and my family too!
And I was on my way to the Cullen Bay rock walls.
Lucky no one was holding his breath or he would be dead by now...
I tried all sort of metal slices, even some funky ones that I had never used before.
Some blade and soft plastic, but to no avail...
So I told myself, the last thing that you haven't tried today is a popper, so my boy it is time to take the popper out of the bag.
And as the target was queenfish, I took a big orange, yellowish one, a Storm Saltwaer Chug Bug, that I got in Singapor.
Something just jumped on it very close to the rocks, made a big splash and pulled on the line.
It even started to jump around, like a queenfish!
Yes, I got a bit excited.
But it was definitively not a queenfish...
Sad, because it would have been of the good size as a bait, I think.
No, it was just a small Barramundi, not even a legal one, but once again a small fish going for a big lure...
Baby Barramundi on popper.
So quick photo and released alive and kicking.
Because I was told that we are not allowed to use these ones as bait...
So I decided to get back to the chrome slices and used a new one.
I was just reeling it as fast as I could, when I felt a bump on the line.
But no pull...
And when the lure came back to me, look at what was on one of the hooks:
Some fish scales on my hook.
I must have bumped into a fish and gave him a bit of a fright.
And that was it for the morning, still a very good time on the water edge.
Lucky me my beloved ones at home had prepared something to eat.
Maybe they start to know that my talents as a fisherman are a bit unpredictable, and had decided not to rely on it.
To this, I would say, good on them!
And yes I came back home one more time with not bait or food.
But hey, it could be worse.
Have a good day,