Stella(r) Nights!
Finally back in front of a decent PC and keyboard after an amazing week!
Starting with the expedition to the usually underwater islands to my final successful dip in the swimming pool it was all brilliant, as were the stars, of which there seemed to be twice as many than usual - wonder why?
Thanks one again to all our gracious hosts, and of course, to the visiting, highly appreciative, companions.
Things didn't start that well, when despite Mart's and Derek's pictures of the glorious weather, the vis at the Humps turned out to be pretty naff, as pretty much everywhere all year.
Nosing around in the weed though, I saw a couple of Greys, which raised expectations a bit. Nothing compared to the dangling though, as we pulled out 5 or 6 mackerel at a go. Fed the 5000 on Monday night no problem!
Is fresh mackerel fillet in the top 5 best tasting fish - I think it might be.
First dive with the guys was in average conditions, which turned to be good in the end. Seeing none of the suggested lobsters, conger, and certainly no bass, when I came across a petite but elegant mullet nibbling at some weed he had to be the one. And he was. With no one getting owt on the remaining dives I was amazed to end up the fish-in winner. Thanks guys for the neat prize and to Dave for the trophy.
Still enjoying being on the Island after the others had returned I figured I should do what I had travelled there for ( apart from eat and drink )
A study of the crashing surf ( see Dave's pics ) on the west coast revealed only one potential location - the fabled swimming pool.
Sheltered on all sides at the right tide state, the surface was only being whipped into small waves by the wind, so in I went.
Finally - some vis! Up to 5 metres in places. I was almost hypnotised by being able to see stuff beyond the end of the gun. And I did. First bass was head first into some weed. What to do? Guess where the head is? Shoot the tail end? Wait for it to emerge? Make a small disturbance and see it disappear? You guessed it.
Adrenaline cut in now though, and the 5ft depth of the pool seemed as nothing! Next bass I saw may well have been the same fellow, parked right by the side of, and parallel to, my gun as I emerged from some stringweed. No chance.
The big fellow was part hidden behind a kelp frond, and luckily he chose to emerge from it in the wrong direction - for him.
Handling the creature is dead easy when you can stand up - I
thoroughly recommend it. 5 pounds 4 ounces on Dave's scales, and my personal best. Expertly filleted in a few seconds by Dave, it now awaits consumption by our good hosts. Hope you enoy it as much as I did.
Thanks once again to all, and I hope to meet up with at least some of you again soon.
More pics when I can find the blooming interface lead.
Cheers
Birchy ( all right your lordship?)