Saturday - Limeburners

 Well after a somewhat later start than initially planned - turns out my new phone's alarm is silent when it's on silent, stupid, stupid thing. We loaded up the kayaks and made our way to Corio Bay. Absolutely perfect conditions to be out on the water, with the faintest of breezes putting a ripple in the water and the sun putting out a nice 20 degress.
Water was well and truly out and one of the lowest tides I've seen in the area so the plan was to work the channel for some flathead and pinkies. Sent my son off towards the channel markers to flick a few plastics while I finished rigging my yak, only to see him turn around and head back as a bunch of yachts came sailing out from the yacht club and decided to drops some bouys for a race right we're we'd planned to drift through. Oh well. plan B time

After I'd finished rigging we headed back out together dodging the yacht boys (who raced once around their bouys and headed off the second we'd moved on) and started fishing some deeper drops. Was all fairly quiet with a number of hits on the plastics but nothing looking like hooking up until finally a little pinkie of about 15cm managed to get a plastic down it's mouth.

The day continued on like that with tails getting bitten off and plastics tugged down the jigs, fitting a stinger hook saw a number of small pinkies boated but nothing of real size or interest until a change from wrigglers to a worm pattern saw a nice 50cm flathead yak side. As I've managed to loose a few flathead of late as i've brought them over the side I called my son over with the small net - to lazy to get the large environet from behind me just for a flathead. As he got over the flathead gave a nice big headshake and dislodged the hook. Fortunately for me the greedy bugger grabbed the tail of the plastic as I dropped it and I managed to slide the net under him before he realised what happened. With my son's soccer game fast approaching it was time to head back to the car and get back home. Trolling back in I did have the pleasure of seeing that look of pure terror/excitement on my son's face as his rod doubled over and line started screaming off the reel, but as he stopped paddling and turned around it soon became clear it was just a rather exciting bottom fish.

All up a fairly poor performance for the area, chatting to a couple of guys back at the ramp it seems seven netters ran through the area yesterday so between that and the perfect conditions what hope did we have. Tomorrow I think I/We will be heading to Altona to play with some ting or even a gummy or two.