This morning I was up at 5.00am and waiting for my deckie(cousin, Neville) to arrive and hoping that the weather gods would hold off for a while.  We were chasing a feed of sand whiting off Scarborough.  It was fairly choppy in my little boat as we motored down from Hillarys.  There were fish echos lighting up the sounder from 3 metres down to the bottom.  The sea seemed chockers with fish.  Anyway, our target species were few and far between and those we caught were not large.  I hooked a smallish whiting and suddenly there was weight on my line.  The rod bent alarmingly and it wasn't a whiting.  I had it on for about 10 seconds and then lost it.  I thought, "rotten norwest blowie".  Next thing Nevilles rod loaded up and he was on.  So again I called it for a norwester.  But no.  He played it to the top and he boated a nice 58cm pinkie.  We were both fishing with 3kg braid with very small whiting rigs. Of course I claimed one fillet seeing that I hooked it first.