Thanks Matey, But i just saw your MM !! You were in Complete flyfisher Mag a few months back!! You lucky Bastard that must have been epic and those GT are busses! Thats my dream - Gt,Bone and milk fish on fly !! Not to metion Tarpon ! Man you are lucky to have fished the Sey what a place!
Your most memorable catch? how, when and why?
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My most memorable catch was my first Bronzie of 90kg ofcoarse followed by the last interclub for this past season. We got to our secret spot and the conditions at all the usual spots was not looking to great so we decided to try out a secret spot. Anyway first cast with a nice whole makkie (on ice) with the fillets wrapped over it i got a decent bronzie about 15mins into comp , while im busy landing it my fishing partner hooks a 60kg diamond and lands it. Then i hook a Black pylie and loose it after 30 minutes of Blood, sweat and hunger as i left my food in the car and a cramp in my back, then i put heavier tackle on and get a smoothie of 16kg then things go abit quiet for awhile exept for the occassional bust up from a black pylie or 2.
Later on about two hours befor lines up we sitting on the rocks and i just get pulled down and after a hefty fight we see that it is a Diamond, i only had .90mm leader on and we were fishing around the bricks and had some anxious moments. Needless to say i had the fish but he was just sitting in the swell and using its size as a "sail" as only Diamonds can!!! it was either get cut off or fouled or go stand on the end off the piont to try gaff him which resulted in my breaking my HMG but it was all worth it and i still landed the diamond(62kg- 188cm) and took the day!!!
Tally between 3 guys=
3 black pylies , all lost!!!. Bronzie . Smoothhound. 2 Diamonds of 60 kg each!!!
What a day.
Later on about two hours befor lines up we sitting on the rocks and i just get pulled down and after a hefty fight we see that it is a Diamond, i only had .90mm leader on and we were fishing around the bricks and had some anxious moments. Needless to say i had the fish but he was just sitting in the swell and using its size as a "sail" as only Diamonds can!!! it was either get cut off or fouled or go stand on the end off the piont to try gaff him which resulted in my breaking my HMG but it was all worth it and i still landed the diamond(62kg- 188cm) and took the day!!!
Tally between 3 guys=
3 black pylies , all lost!!!. Bronzie . Smoothhound. 2 Diamonds of 60 kg each!!!
What a day.
benniejordaan
Sealiner
My most memorable is also where my addiction started! And although I have been fishing R&S since 2000 and caught plenty fish and even more now. It happened on AL-CAT (the first), my 16 ft CC Kosi.
At first off shore angling was difficult, nobody willing to give you marks, and no Sealine then! Had to figure it out for myself. Anyway, so one day Andre and myself find ourselves trolling and scratching a few small showings and with only small fish and a huge fuel bill to show for our effort we'd become dispondent. On the radio… One after another… Nothing on decks! And by 12 pm most boats were getting off the water. Fed up we decide to ride the NE drift back while drifting live baits. As another boat came flying past a 6kg Dorado grabs our bait and just about jumps into the other boat. 10min later a second Dolly, this time 6kg and we suddenly found our spirits well lifted as we hook into the third 6 kg Dolly. The wind picked up and the sea turned ugly so we decided to run for port. 1km from the port entrance I spot a sickle to the port side and we quickly put out a small Halco and a feather. We trolled a large circle in the area but she had sounded. The sickle then reappeared right behind the boat and with very little effort she is just keeping up with our 5-knot speed. We continue to troll watching the sickle when after a whole 10 min into the troll, which felt like a week, the sickle sounds and the water surface was broken, we were on again! This time a 40kg Saily and the battle was on! Fishing with a Penn 49 with a bust drag (even a spanner wouldn’t tighten it), and a sea too big to really chase, the fight continued for a good 40min. The fight also took its toll on the fish but it changed my life forever.
At first off shore angling was difficult, nobody willing to give you marks, and no Sealine then! Had to figure it out for myself. Anyway, so one day Andre and myself find ourselves trolling and scratching a few small showings and with only small fish and a huge fuel bill to show for our effort we'd become dispondent. On the radio… One after another… Nothing on decks! And by 12 pm most boats were getting off the water. Fed up we decide to ride the NE drift back while drifting live baits. As another boat came flying past a 6kg Dorado grabs our bait and just about jumps into the other boat. 10min later a second Dolly, this time 6kg and we suddenly found our spirits well lifted as we hook into the third 6 kg Dolly. The wind picked up and the sea turned ugly so we decided to run for port. 1km from the port entrance I spot a sickle to the port side and we quickly put out a small Halco and a feather. We trolled a large circle in the area but she had sounded. The sickle then reappeared right behind the boat and with very little effort she is just keeping up with our 5-knot speed. We continue to troll watching the sickle when after a whole 10 min into the troll, which felt like a week, the sickle sounds and the water surface was broken, we were on again! This time a 40kg Saily and the battle was on! Fishing with a Penn 49 with a bust drag (even a spanner wouldn’t tighten it), and a sea too big to really chase, the fight continued for a good 40min. The fight also took its toll on the fish but it changed my life forever.
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benniejordaan
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shagnrelease
Sealiner
Nice one!!
Thika, we have had that a couple of times, we have had fish right behind the motors, yet just wont commit!! Then when I worked in Kenya, I learnt from some of those guys to either increase the speed or just take the boat out of gear then back up again and that got the fish to turn on 90% of the time.
On the minnow type lures we had a pair of fish follow and hit them about 8 times before one of the trebles pinned it, I can assure you it was nerve wracking, as you could not see the fish, but every now and then the reel would buzz and stop and buzz and stop as they whacked it.The other fish stayed with the hooked fish right up until we released it, never seen that with sails before.
cheers
Thika, we have had that a couple of times, we have had fish right behind the motors, yet just wont commit!! Then when I worked in Kenya, I learnt from some of those guys to either increase the speed or just take the boat out of gear then back up again and that got the fish to turn on 90% of the time.
On the minnow type lures we had a pair of fish follow and hit them about 8 times before one of the trebles pinned it, I can assure you it was nerve wracking, as you could not see the fish, but every now and then the reel would buzz and stop and buzz and stop as they whacked it.The other fish stayed with the hooked fish right up until we released it, never seen that with sails before.
cheers
shagnrelease
Sealiner
Hey Bennie,
just checking that fish, what scales did you weigh it with? it looks a bit heavier than 40kg, it just seems to be bulky on the shoulders....
just a thought.
cheers
just checking that fish, what scales did you weigh it with? it looks a bit heavier than 40kg, it just seems to be bulky on the shoulders....
just a thought.
cheers
benniejordaan
Sealiner
Measured... Only had a 25kg scale!
2m from Bottom bill to inside the V of the tail. A while later we got another one that measured 1,7m and on the scale it was 31kg.
2m from Bottom bill to inside the V of the tail. A while later we got another one that measured 1,7m and on the scale it was 31kg.
shagnrelease
Sealiner
yip it can be decieving as well!! just did not want you to have done yourself out of a couple of kilos!! :fst:
benniejordaan
Sealiner
Thanks!
mine was a battle that was fought and caught in sawdees in the middle of the night,
i had a chrismas dinner mix up throw bait out and was sleep with the rod still firmly in my clutches, hahaha(obbsession), anyway, i felt a tug tug tug which propted me to my feet and i managed to strike while the tug was still hot and i set the hook,,
My mate discribed my reaction as a rabid dog reacting to cat meaow after 15 cups of coffee,
anyway i managed to hook the fish which i thought was fairly small from the tug tug tug,, when all of a sudden it started taken line, my immediate reaction was to screaming ITS A STUMPIE, and with my 400/2 and a an sl 30 i began working him back from what was about a 60m cast.
as the fish grew near i was almost convienced it was a monster, as it got close i dropped my head lamp while trying to adjust it into the rumbling white waters below my trembling legs, and so carried on fighting in the black of a moon less night with no help or lights to giude to my over excited soul, once the fish got with in about 5 meters from the dumping shore break my plan was clear and i was to, with no effort help him onto the next dumper and colloect my prize from the moist sand set out in front of me,,
How ever things didnt pan out as i had hoped and as soon as he arrived at the exit gates he stamp the surface with a pectoral, kick a few times with force that can only matched to bull elephant on viagra, and tail thrashed me full of water,, this happened three times there after ,,
finally i manged to bank the fish that i thought was a beast of a fish and with my cell phone light managed to find him on the stretch of beach in front of me,,
low and behold, a mini little bone fish fowl hooked just in front of the tail, i was so happy but so mal for making myself look like apoophol infront of my fiance. i was sommer so mal i swam him out as live bait,,
as i prepared my swim trace another angler from across the bay approached me and uttered ,, )ja those bonies can pull hey) my replly was more silent then that windless night, he turn and left immediatly after feeling the hostility in the air,,
and that my friends was my most memorable catch, a pathetic 4 kilos, hahahaha
i had a chrismas dinner mix up throw bait out and was sleep with the rod still firmly in my clutches, hahaha(obbsession), anyway, i felt a tug tug tug which propted me to my feet and i managed to strike while the tug was still hot and i set the hook,,
My mate discribed my reaction as a rabid dog reacting to cat meaow after 15 cups of coffee,
anyway i managed to hook the fish which i thought was fairly small from the tug tug tug,, when all of a sudden it started taken line, my immediate reaction was to screaming ITS A STUMPIE, and with my 400/2 and a an sl 30 i began working him back from what was about a 60m cast.
as the fish grew near i was almost convienced it was a monster, as it got close i dropped my head lamp while trying to adjust it into the rumbling white waters below my trembling legs, and so carried on fighting in the black of a moon less night with no help or lights to giude to my over excited soul, once the fish got with in about 5 meters from the dumping shore break my plan was clear and i was to, with no effort help him onto the next dumper and colloect my prize from the moist sand set out in front of me,,
How ever things didnt pan out as i had hoped and as soon as he arrived at the exit gates he stamp the surface with a pectoral, kick a few times with force that can only matched to bull elephant on viagra, and tail thrashed me full of water,, this happened three times there after ,,
finally i manged to bank the fish that i thought was a beast of a fish and with my cell phone light managed to find him on the stretch of beach in front of me,,
low and behold, a mini little bone fish fowl hooked just in front of the tail, i was so happy but so mal for making myself look like apoophol infront of my fiance. i was sommer so mal i swam him out as live bait,,
as i prepared my swim trace another angler from across the bay approached me and uttered ,, )ja those bonies can pull hey) my replly was more silent then that windless night, he turn and left immediatly after feeling the hostility in the air,,
and that my friends was my most memorable catch, a pathetic 4 kilos, hahahaha
My most memorable fish was my first bass. Drove to Morgenzon Dam outside Ermelo with a canoe on a roof rack. First bass trip. Alone. Paddled the dam flat but my eyes were killing me. Thought it was the glare but I had polarized glasses on and at 5.30 in the afternoon I caught my first fish. About half a kilo. Much excitement.I could hardly see so I decided to drive home. Drove back to Jhb that night and the headlights from oncoming vehicles were giving me Arc Eyes. Turns out I had conjunctavitis (Pink Eye)and spent 11 days in a dark room.
jonno_jonno_999
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Now THAT"S what I call a story. Nice one:wfish
jonno_jonno_999
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lol was referring to Neptune's Seychelles story:shark
Hammertime
Sealiner
My most memorable catch is not actually my fish, but the day Matt caught his first yellowfin. I was busy fighting a yellowfin and it was just him and I out there. He had been practicing and practicing in the garden for over a year. He was 12 years old. So when the reel screamed off, I was meant to take it to now show him "how to" for real out at sea. So we clear the lines etc. I'm taking a bit long (half hour or so as it's on a 10kg stick, tld 25 and 15kg line. Without me even knowing it, he puts his own rig into the deep blue with a bait on it.
Before I know what's happened the little bugger is feeding his chunk into a nice fat tuna's mouth. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. I spin round to see him grinning and telling me. See dad I been practicing everything you been telling me.
Well with just the two of us on board we had some fun and games. A double up, only two on board and a 12 year old on his first decent fish. I was so worried about losing him overboard I told him - NO harness. If you feel you going over, ditch the whole rig overboard or put it back into a holder if you can.
Well we nover lost him and he never got one bit of assistance from me which probably turned out for the best as he is not one of these juniors who need help on a boat.
By far the best day I have ever had at sea.
deezynking
Senior Member
one day gon to visit sum family in sheppies, weather was lookin a little k@k, i decided what the hell take my 9foot rod jus ncase. so now at my cuzs house and we decide to take a drive to sanspit to check wats going on. 2 guys wer packing up coz ofthe bad weather big dark clouds, heavy winds. i said wat the hell, took my rod out(not much line in it) put a small piece of chokaand had a thro, suddenly realising not much line as it spins of the reel, i grabbed te line and as i grabbedit i got pulled, line burnt, fightin the fish out BY HAND and after bout 10mins i pulled out a small guiter shark jus over half a meter.... il neva forget that fight in my life.. :clow:wfish
Been fishing from as early as i can remember... Grew up fishing the gullies of Mission Rocks and the beaches of Vidal. A specie that was on my top list for a number of years was of course a monsta GT. It was inevitable that one will get a hook up but this didnt yield that double figure king. Studied patterns, from wind to water temp...ell, even snorkelled the areas to have an idea what the structure looked beneath that liquid blue slot machine... Season after season, scribbling down notes and spooling new line back onto a empTIED reel... I knew the day would come, that id tame on of those Mission Rocks GTs.
As most of you will know, Mission Rocks is one foul area. Hooking a big GT is one thing but landing it is pretty much dependant on a lot of luck. Anyhow, my ol man and I hit the rocks as we always did, every Saturday morning. Armed with fresh red eye and chokka, we were looking at targetting some Honeys that were frequenting some sandbanks near Small Bats Cave. Friend of ours had landed a nice specimen of near 80kg which was a nice score for Missions.
Water was perfect and the banks looked prime in all their terquoise glory. To the left of the main bank, there was a shallow bank with some rolling white water... Knowing from past experiance... I was sure id get a stumpie for the pot there. While baiting up with a small chokka cray combo... the though was in the back of my mind... similiar pattern....could there be a king lurking around there? Tide was ideal, early morning pushing tide. Just about turned around to make my way towards the spot and to my dismay it was crowded by two other anglers on the very same rock. The bank in mention was literally 20m wide. While walking towards them, the first guy let rip, got a huge overwind and parted his line. Kicking and swearing he past me...leaving me with the one dude that mereley flicked out his bait well short of the bank which was about 60m away.
In fluid motion, my little chokka/cray bait was passing through the water column onto the bank...as i tightened the line, all hell broke loose.... the line peeled off the reel leaving burn marks in its trail on the leather grip of the rod. Giggling like an uncotrollable freak... whoops of delight filled the morning air as his magesty turned on the speed dial and raced away into the depths. A sudden sense of urgency filled the air as i was fishing with a SL30 loaded with .40 line and my 350/2 BM. Line was indeed starting to run out!! I soon found myself alone on the rock and holding on hoping that he would turn or at the very least not reach any submerged mother in law.
Applying as much pressure as i dared he finally stopped and sat in the current... Instinctively i started working him closer and closer not realising a full hour had already past. Slowly but surely a small crowd had gathered on the beach to witness either a defeat....or a win.
The first trickle of sweat past my nose and i realised it was now or never...This pursuit in chasing one of the most agile hunters in the sea on one of the most foulest grounds would indeed be a long awaited accomplishment.
In a total of 1hr 30min... A GT of no less than 35kg lay in the warm shallow waters of Mission Rocks... a small red diatchii glistening in the mid morning sun, neatly wedged in the scissor of its jaw. The joy of finally accomplishing this feat was marred by a lifeless body. It had indeed fought itself to the death.
I made a vow that day... For every king caught thereafter.... single or double digit will always be released. Iv gone on to catch many kings thereafter...and all lived...to fight another day. :wfish
As most of you will know, Mission Rocks is one foul area. Hooking a big GT is one thing but landing it is pretty much dependant on a lot of luck. Anyhow, my ol man and I hit the rocks as we always did, every Saturday morning. Armed with fresh red eye and chokka, we were looking at targetting some Honeys that were frequenting some sandbanks near Small Bats Cave. Friend of ours had landed a nice specimen of near 80kg which was a nice score for Missions.
Water was perfect and the banks looked prime in all their terquoise glory. To the left of the main bank, there was a shallow bank with some rolling white water... Knowing from past experiance... I was sure id get a stumpie for the pot there. While baiting up with a small chokka cray combo... the though was in the back of my mind... similiar pattern....could there be a king lurking around there? Tide was ideal, early morning pushing tide. Just about turned around to make my way towards the spot and to my dismay it was crowded by two other anglers on the very same rock. The bank in mention was literally 20m wide. While walking towards them, the first guy let rip, got a huge overwind and parted his line. Kicking and swearing he past me...leaving me with the one dude that mereley flicked out his bait well short of the bank which was about 60m away.
In fluid motion, my little chokka/cray bait was passing through the water column onto the bank...as i tightened the line, all hell broke loose.... the line peeled off the reel leaving burn marks in its trail on the leather grip of the rod. Giggling like an uncotrollable freak... whoops of delight filled the morning air as his magesty turned on the speed dial and raced away into the depths. A sudden sense of urgency filled the air as i was fishing with a SL30 loaded with .40 line and my 350/2 BM. Line was indeed starting to run out!! I soon found myself alone on the rock and holding on hoping that he would turn or at the very least not reach any submerged mother in law.
Applying as much pressure as i dared he finally stopped and sat in the current... Instinctively i started working him closer and closer not realising a full hour had already past. Slowly but surely a small crowd had gathered on the beach to witness either a defeat....or a win.
The first trickle of sweat past my nose and i realised it was now or never...This pursuit in chasing one of the most agile hunters in the sea on one of the most foulest grounds would indeed be a long awaited accomplishment.
In a total of 1hr 30min... A GT of no less than 35kg lay in the warm shallow waters of Mission Rocks... a small red diatchii glistening in the mid morning sun, neatly wedged in the scissor of its jaw. The joy of finally accomplishing this feat was marred by a lifeless body. It had indeed fought itself to the death.
I made a vow that day... For every king caught thereafter.... single or double digit will always be released. Iv gone on to catch many kings thereafter...and all lived...to fight another day. :wfish