Kym and I had the day off Friday, and after planning to head down to Salt Creek, we ended up going to Yorkes instead. We rolled onto Dust Hole beach around 1pm, and only one other group was fishing the entire beach.
There were a few decent gutters on the beach, so we found the best looking one and tucked the car into the dunes. We cast out immediately, and tried to cook up some lunch in the howling wind. The wind was so strong we basically had to cook in the back of the car - and we sat in the front seats to keep an eye on the rods and keep away from the stinging sand. After an hour, my rod buckled over and I raced over to pull in a double header of probably 1kg salmon. Kym wound in his line and found he had been bitten clean off, perhaps a Shark was also patrolling the gutters. Over the next few hours before sunset, Kym pulled in three more Salmon, and we had a good little catch on ice.
We had planned to swag it on the beach, but the massive wind was in our face and every half hour it bucketed down for five minutes. We didn't have much chance of securing a tarp down to get out of the rain. Faced with sleeping in the car, We instead opted to drive up to Gleesons to get out the wind and set up a fire, around 6:30pm.
We set the alarm for 5:30am, and although we woke up feeling pretty good, laziness had us sleep for a few more hours. Saturday was spent mostly looking for a spot to fish out of the wind. Went into Innes, and checked out all the surf beaches, but there were no good gutters, and Browns isn't known for its middle of the day fishing, so we didn't particularly want to tackle the massive walk. We went back to Stenhouse Bay for a quick fish on the jetty before deciding Armchair Rock at Stansbury would be our best bet for getting out of the wind. The jetty provided zilch, although we saw a few squid landed.
The plan was good. Hardly any wind and great looking water.. sort of LEDGE like. I casted out a big slab of salmon, but squid kept attacking it, so we quickly tied on some jags, and we ended up landing ten squid before they went quiet. With some big thunderstorms rolling in, and us without a campsite again, we pulled the pin and got home about 10pm Sat night. Just in time I think - the rain on the way home was crazy. Driving down Port Wakefield Road, all I could see was water, and reflectors on the sides of the road.
Sani cooked up a few squid on Sunday for lunch! Not bad. The rest of course went into the freezer, where they shall be used as bait to catch a monster mulloway!
