Day 3 - Saturday 29/09

Another start about 6 this morning, and again it was very windy. We started fishing opposite the ramp at Donovans and almost immediately I got onto a couple of EP’s around 30-32cm. Dad managed a small bream, then I caught a healthy 32cm bream as well.

The wind got up and intermittent rain was coming through and we headed south from Donovans against the bank. I cast the cyber vibe out towards a snag and on about the third lift it was absolutely smashed. We were drifting into the bank and things got a bit hairy, but I managed to get the fish’s head up and a lovely 38cm bream hit the net, making it the biggest for the trip. 

Just after I released the bream, Dad hooked up to what seemed to be a very big EP, and it would have been his first for the trip. However it headed for an underwater snag and the line came up tight, then to add insult to injury Dad had to break the line, losing his second vibe of the day.

We kept heading south and sounded up a nice school of fish. The wind was right up by this stage so we anchored and cast at the school rather than drift at over 2km/h which was making casting difficult. I missed a hit on my first cast and my second and third casts were rewarded with a pigeon pair of 32cm EPs. A few casts later I hooked another EP which gave a far better account of itself, and it came up to the surface – All 34cm of it. Although we were yet to get any big EP’s, this was so far the biggest of the trip.

Another move, another half an hour of casting and the wind was really roaring and the rain was horizontal so we went back to the shack for some bacon and egg sandwiches and to view a bit of the AFL Grand Final preview. As it turns out, this was a good move because the rain set in and didn’t let up until during the last quarter.

After seeing the Swans win, we pulled out the boat at Donovans and re-launched at Nelson. We went straight across from the boat ramp where Dad had a hit almost immediately. I cast near where he had the hit (Much to his displeasure) and was soon into a nice EP (Which added to his displeasure) which went spot on 40cm. 

 Fifteen minutes later Dad had a hit and missed it. Then the fish hit again and he missed it, then a third time and he hooked up. It turned out to be a bream of 33cm and the last fish of the night, as dusk was approaching so we called it a night.