I'm gonna go mad if I don't get in soon! Luckily the surf is stopping me from going completely insane at the moment! After my first full summer being trained in the art of spearing with my new buddy Pav, driving 4hour trips in the search for vis, drinking wayyyy to much coffe and munching on the kids secret stash of haribos...
We dived at least once a week for a minimum of 4 hours a time, Pav would thrash me dive, after dive, after dive... to the point I actually considered sticking a cow bell on his float to try and even out the odds! Well I did fill his bag with pebbles after he took an 8pounder once... He wasn't so smug once he hiked up the hill!
But then like some miracle on last two dives of the year the tables had turned, the student became the master!!! completely smashing my pb bass on spear of 5lb not once but six times!!! It was the end of October, we decided to try some random new spots, got in and as soon as I loaded my gun I saw the biggest fattest bass well into double figures swimming away, took a pot shot and watched my spear bounce off the side of its head....gutted! The hunt was on! Within five minutes looked behind a rock and saw silver sat there, no where near the same size but looked about 6lb, bang, stunned and on the stringer! Swam around for another two hours and missed so many fish!! I saw Pav heading back in so I started to follow, Then had that gut feeling so went into stealth mode back to where I saw the big boy! Didn't see anything....... Just 6/7 bass all over 5lb just hanging about in two ft of water in the weed having a chat about.. About whatever bass chat about?! managed to sneak around the back of them and popped one with a clean head shot. Well stoked I went back to the van to find Pav snoozing on a bench.... Plopped my bass in front of him, he called me a jammy custard(whatever that is?!) small one weighed 8.5lb and the biggest was just shy of 10lb... The next day at a different spot we managed 3 bass each 5-7lb