Must have have been interesting under the bridge. Mine would be my first sambo nothing exciting was just everytime i went out i got my ass handed to
Me by sharks so to finally get one was good

The metre long sambo I got on Monday morning in 8 metres. Gave me gear a solid workout and was awesome watching it swim off upon release. First snapper off the rocks on Good Friday was pretty cool too.

mine wud be when we were down south in 2010  with my dad and brother  and on the last day that we were there we saaw a huge school of salmon from about 3kms away so we got our fishing gear and started running on the sand........once we got there the school was goneeee
and then we waited for over an hour until the school gracefully came back.and we fished till then to sunsettt

As a UNI stdent went out with a bunch of Anaesthetist (knock you out Drs) on a charter to the Murions. Hooked up big time to what felt like terra firma in 20odd m of water.

After a massive battle on my stick arms a massive Queensland groper surfaced, a good 2m+ fish, and the mouth would easily have swollowed me whole. Just such an impressive fish, and we couldnt get it up for a photo.

Needed a bit of rescue swimming after floating on the first release but once recovered it was a sight to see it swim gracefully back down. At least it had no barotrauma.

Interesting for such a slow fish it had 2 remoras and 3 cobes that would not leave its side, and kept buzzing it as we were reviving it.

Was just awesome.

 Too many moments that I will remember for the rest of my life to boil it down to just one special fish. But for the purpose of the thread I'll say a toss up between my first Marlin with Adam and Pete D last year as my special fish,

but for sheer joy and excitement at watching someone else nearly wet themselves, whilst giggling like a little school girl for close to an hour after capture would have to go to Kasey's 24kg+ Dhuie on jig.

mine would be 1st trip to exmouth, still very drunk from the night befor but hey u still go fishing, put the boat in and away we went, the aim was to troll for a mac or to while driving to the fishing grounds, so in go the super deep drivers and i sit back and try to feel normal 5 mins later i hear a farking loud bang and i though wft any way line starts pooring off the penn 310 gti and the rod is slowly making its way of the back of the boat, what happens was the mac hit the deep divers that hard it had snapped the black plastic rod holder (aleast 3 to 4mm thick) never herd anythink like it befor but i was keen to get back on the piss after that as i was so amped,  one of the best fishing trips i have evea done and i will never forget it.

Mine would have to be 7 years ago went on a charter out from two rocks.
On the way out the skipper stopped at the 3 mile and said we will do one drift here haunt fished this spot for a long time,I was of the back corner dropped my line in as soon as hit the bottom bang I was on landed a 20.5kg dhuie that was my fishn highlight.

Ono Island in March.

Surface strike of a Big GT around twenty meters from the boat destroyed in seconds.

The water this fish moved and the hole it left where my lure once lay is etched in my memory for life.

whilst not the biggest fish i have caught one of my most memorable catches was last year off mindarie, a metre long dhu in the morning around 14/16kg and then a 14/15kg spaniard in the afternoon, that double was a first for me and made for an awesome day.   cheers

one of the funniest things i have seen was last year in my "sambo mayhem" post was my brother in law getting pulled over the side of my boat while hooked up to a large sambo , unfortunately with my stella combo !!!.  cheers

Was chased by a shark, and was so brave to get away jumped clean over the transom off the boat. Little fish, mighty leap.

Little superman went back to get bigger.

 February this yr, did a week long trip to quobba. Wind was howling for the first few days but eased up to almost prefect weather. The whole time we were there you could see birds woking the surface, must have been at least 5 or more different flocks at any given time. But the damn things never came closer than 100 metres or so from the rocks. With only two days left they finally made there way in but 300 metres up the coast. From there it was on!! We grabbed a rod each and ran the whole way up on the bottom ledges, when we got there they where that close you could see the tuna, quennies and a few massive sharks just churning it up.. Was a sight to see for the first time!! First cast each and we were on. Tuna all over 10kg and a few quennies and who knows how many drops n bust offs from there on. Action went on all day for the last few days, but never lasted more than a few casts before they moved back out. Luckily they kept coming back in, just never where we were! Best memories of fishing to date.

 having grown up in the central wheat belt the old man gave his old mans shack at green head and we ended up getting a holiday unit in denison. my best day is not so much that we got big fish but the amount we got one saturday night. I was about 10 or 11 and was as keen as mustard to fish so our favoured spot was seven mile. between us in the matter of about 2 hours we ended up with 72 fish. 30 ruffly where soapies the rest tailor and a hand full of herring.  it was such a good night. ok before you all jump the band wagon and have a go about bag limits, you have to remember this was before bag limits and we only got to see the hallowed surf a few times a year so this wasa once off. I am now harder on myself and my 3 kids about the importance of fishing for the future than most I know. I would like to think that other people could have days as good as we did back then now. I think we can only but dream.

Been many hundreds of memories over the years but one that stands out is a day down at South Conto where there was a school of salmon swimming up and down the beach for about 4 hours in near flat conditions.

Son Jeff was around 5-6 and hadn't caught one before, the first one for himwas on my rod and I held the rod while he cranked it in, the second one again on my rod with the butt buried about 2 feet in the beach and me standing behind it just in case it pulled out.

His rod was an 8 foot solid glass Jarvis Walker and a 303 Mitchell reel with 15lb line, he stuck his own mulie on, cast out all of 20 metres and instantly hooked up, he called out that he had a fish on and my reply was ÿou hooked it, you land it",. He was on his own from then on.

Over the next hours he must have landed 10-12 fish, nearly all released and the other three of us were having a ball as well even swapping big rods with el cheapo 6 foot flick rods and about 5lb line that we normally chase whiting with and chasing hooked fish up and down the beach when we ran out of line on the reel.

Watching him get some bigger fish than herring and whiting was a real treat never to be forgotten and now his boys and my grandsons are doing the same thing.

No major sized fish with mine as this is just a a memory from when I was a kid around 10 yrs old. Fishing with a handline on the old Jurien jetty and hauling in a dozen Herring by myself. First real solo fishing experience I'll never forget. Surprised Tim Winton wasn't sitting next to me lol. Most recent would be hooking into a huge Marlin last year at Gnaraloo.

white island shark bay when i was ten trying to catch snapper on my new rex hunt rear drag combo only too hook a 14kg spanish mackeral in 5 metres of water and to watch my new reel break down on the first fish! i boated the mackeral but my new reel was melted! the drag seized and the gearing totally stuffed!!