A long section of beach was very soft, and the Surf was struggling as I passed by a Patrol bogged down to the axles. He had another car there helping so I plowed on. I had to stop shortly afterwards though as my car was overheating from revving so hard whilst going no where fast. Whilst waiting for the car to cool down, I let the tyres down further to 15psi, and we were soon on our way again.
We stopped in front of a nice gutter and lucky enough there was a spot to park the car in the dunes. Another group must have camped there not long before us, as we found 3 discarded salmon laying on the sand. Not to be wasteful, we chopped them up for bait. It almost paid off when Andy's new rod and reel combo (a warm welcome to the Penn 950ssm club) bent over and line started peeling off - but the excitement was short lived as the line went limp again before Andy could get his hands on the rod.
He didn't have to wait much longer though, as he wound in this thumping sambo, after it did about 4 big leaps out of the water as it struggled to break free.
Soon after, and I had a bite on my line. It didn't put up much of a fight, but I was stoked when I pulled in this flat head.
We sat back, had some drinks, and soaked in the good weather, at the same time as me landing another 3 salmon - though still not as big as Andy's catch. It was a top little fishing session for what was supposed to be a dodge tide.
As the sun set, the mosquito's came out in plague proportions, so we set up the fire to attempt to move them along and set into a night fish. We went hard until 2 or 3 am, but without a bite.
The following morning we had a few more bites but only one more salmon was beached before we decided to call the trip and head home. There was no repeat of last years Mully, but the flat head tasted pretty good!
