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Windy Morning Session (NEW!)

Well the intention this weekend had been to head out on the Saturday for a full day’s bassing.  Unfortunately the weather gods decided to open the heavens on the Saturday and although this would be great for the bass in SEQ I was not overly keen on a soggy days fishing.  The following day Sunday was not much better as although the rain was predicted to clear the winds were also meant to peak at about 29 knots. However being the eternal optimist I kept my gear packed and ready to go just in case the forecasts were incorrect.

The next morning I had set no alarms as the optimist within was also a realist as well! I awoke at 5.30AM to a quiet morning and when I had a look outside I could see that the wind had not showed up.  Bugger! A quick look at the BOM radar also showed that the rain had disappeared and potentially the morning was looking quite reasonable.  So I quickly packed the gear and headed off to a spot that was easily accessible so that if the predicted wind did turn up I could head home with ease.

Hitting the water at 7AM the water was actually quite still although the occasional gust of wind would appear it was really quite manageable.  Heading up the first two pools the fishing was really quiet and as “Murphy” would have it the wind got stronger and stronger and stronger.  Debris started falling from the trees and coating the water’s surface making the use of surface lures difficult.  As wind increased it also made maintaining position in the kayak difficult and casting lures accurately almost impossible.  Eventually it got extremely frustrating and so I bit the bullet and accepted it was time to go and accept a donut..

Windy Morning.

Windy Morning.

Paddling downstream I reached a pool that I had fished surface all the way up and so I switched to a Duel 60mm Hardcore Shad and started casting subsurface as I headed back to the car.  At the top of the pool a cast between a couple of spindly bushes was nailed about a metre out from the structure and I was finally battling my first bass for the morning.  Potentially being the fish that broke my donut was very keen to get the fish netted and after a short tussle a 36cmFL bass slipped into the net.

A cast between these two bushes yielded me my first bass for the morning

A cast between these two bushes yielded me my first bass for the morning

First bass of the morning and donut avoided (Shame the photo is blurry!)

First bass of the morning and donut avoided (Shame the photo is blurry!)

36cmFL Bass

36cmFL Bass

A 36cmFL bass being released into leaf litter covered water

A 36cmFL bass being released into leaf litter covered water

Further down the pool I reached one of my favourite structures,  a vertical cliff face that dropped straight into the water.  First cast in was a little longer than expected and rebounded off the rock and into the water.  After a couple of twitches the lure was hit and the bass took off along the wall.  After a short run the hooks pulled (because I had the drag set too high! Dumbass!) and I had dropped my first bass for the morning.  Oh well better than no action at all I guess.

I then moved into a small backwater which was somewhat protected from the gusty wind. I could clearly see a nice lay down at the bottom of the small pool and a cast along its length was quickly engulfed by a small 32cmFL bass.  Unfortunately in the blowing wind the braid had been blown into a Banksia branch on the cast and had managed to get caught between two nuts.  In the end I had a bass caught and the kayak blowing in the wind while I tried to extricate the line from the branch and tried to prevent my other rod getting caught up in the myriad of structures around me.

A cast in here.......

A cast in here…….

....... caught me a 32cmFL bass.

……. caught me a 32cmFL bass.

At this point the wind had really started blowing and the trees buckling in the wind along the river bank made me a bit nervous.  So I paddled the rest of the way to the exit point and packed up and headed home.  At least I managed a couple of fish in less than ideal conditions.