Well managed to get to the beach for an overnighter. Was fine till about 9.00pm and the small front blow in.

First cast and herring were ready to play. After catching a few for bait the big lines were set earlier then I would normally but the spot looked fishy.

Since there was a heap of small whiting around out comes the light gear for some big fish lollies.

As i was just walking back for another cast me young fellas rod starts bouncing in the rod holder and he's onto some thing reasonable.

As I'm watching him not paying much attention to my line ourr lines cross over I get a big lump of weed wrapped in my 6 pound braid.

I could feel my line getting more pressure thinking it's just tangled with his but no he's already pulled up a solid tailor.

I'm on! This is the part of sheer luck and pure fine angling.

I manage to slide another 55 odd cm tailor up the beach. Luck part was not getting bitten off with a small long shank hook just in the corner of the mouth.

Think it may have smashed a whiting already hooked and this was a good upgrade.

After a windy slightly wet night it's back home.

Fire up the cooker I made Christmas just past to do a smoke test run.

All cooked and feed time.

Good times.

Cheers Wes.

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