The stage was set by a long awaited forecast of light winds and low swell, so myself and four mates were left with no choice but to load up the cars and hit the road up to the midwest coast.

We fished from shore first thing Saturday morning. I caught nothing but Earth, but two mates landed 2 very solid tailor each, followed by one nice Mulloway.

By mid morning the freezing water and ice cold wind had turned our fingers and toes into steel pegs, and the experience was becoming unenjoyable. So having unwillingly donated several rigs to the reef and with no fish to call my own, i was more than happy to call it a morning.

After a snooze, a feed and a general recharge we started talking some pump about the prospects of an arvo/evening fish out in the blue. We quickly agreed on a location, and with morale at a weekend high we hit the road again.

The yaks were finally in the water. I knew of good fish that had been caught around this area, and i knew roughly what the depth was. So equipped with this knowledge and with one eye on the sounder, i paddled around for a while until i rolled over what i thought looked like some really nice ground. I anchored up, burleyed up, and dropped the placcie to the bottom. I mixed it all up bit, using a few different techniques i have been reading about using soft plastics.

No later than half an hour from anchoring, I felt a touch. Deep breath....clicked it over, set the hook, ON!! Seriously on. After an epic little battle i nursed my first ever Dhui to the side of the yak and netted him at once. Morale was at a new weekend high.