Saturday, June 20, 2020

One more for the bucket.

On Sunday 20th June, Terence and I launched “ABF” out of Richards Bay. I had never caught a black musselcracker so it seemed like the perfect time to target one. After catching a few livies, we headed down south to a few numbers that I got from a friend.

It was the first time that I had anchored the little boat but it was all smooth sailing and everything

worked a treat. With the anchor set, a cuda trapstick out the back and Scarborough in hand, I sent down a live maasbanker. It didn’t take long and I had a pull, but it wasn’t the target species. It was nice to get a decent soldier in the hatch though. The next bait I sent down was a live shad. It was only down for a few minutes when the rod bumped with a good bite. A short feed and I hooked up. There was some weight and big head nods. I was pretty sure it was the right one. The fight was short but memorable and when I saw that big number plate down deep, I felt like a child opening a present on Christmas morning. Terence helped gaffed it and loaded it into the boat. It was by no means a monster but I think its better that way as smaller fish normally taste better than monsters.

It is such a great feeling when you target a species and achieve success. I can remember my hands shaking for probably half an hour after catching it, battling to pin another bait. Eventually we had lines back in the water and the waiting continued. There seemed to be quite a few fish around from radio reports so we were confident that we could get a second fish. A while later, Terence put down a fresh slinger fillet and hardly had time to settle when he went tight on a fish. It was also one of those out the nursery and even though it was size, we decided to tag it and let it go.

Things had gone very quiet and despite moving to a few other spots, it was dead. At the end of the day we stopped back at the spot where we started the morning and after a short while, Terence hooked a sizable fish. Unfortunately, after a few big head nods and a short run, the hook straightened and all he got back was a crushed flapper.

That was the end of the day for us. I was super stoked to have ticked off a bucket list fish.