Stop! Hammer time.

On 9^th January 2021, George and Geraldine Breedt and myself launched “Cyclone” off St Lucia. We were targeting a ladies SA record Black Marlin on 30lbs tackle. There had been the odd fish around so hopefully we would get lucky.

29.1 degree water

We started off running far north near Big Hill area where we put out a few small bait lures. George trolled around the pinnacles but even though there were great showings, nothing was biting. The water was a beautiful dark blue colour, current was ripping at over 3 knots but the water temp was an unreal 29 degrees! This normally makes the fish lethargic so we had our doubts.

Friends of ours caught a small tuna a bit south of us so we headed in that direction. It wasn’t 15 minutes and we went on with a frigate tuna and a small skippy. I rigged the skippy immediately and by the time I got to rigging the frigate, it was dead. At least we had one good bait swimming.

The tide change was at 12:00 so we had a long wait before then so we nursed the skippy for 3 hours in the bath water temp water. We had just gone into the “prime time” when the bait started swimming strangely. It went deep for the first time and the rigger showed very erratic movements. This passed after a few minutes and all returned to normal. Just then, George looked back and saw a marlin swimming just behind the boat. It was just a black colour with no lights on. No matter how much we tried to tease the fish into feeding, it just faded off never to be seen again.

After an hour, the skippy succumbed to the warm water. We spent some time looking for bait, but with no success so we headed home to regroup.

Looking for a bait

On Sunday 10^th January, we were back on the water. It was a similar plan of action but only at 8:45 did we manage to find bait. It was again a skippy, but this time it was a plus size bait of about 6kg. It swam beautifully as we headed out to sea. The water temp was only 27.5 degrees this day and there were heavy dead plankton lines from the previous days hot water. The current had also dropped to almost nothing.

Our bait swam for about 2 hours when it revved and the rigger popped. While feeding some drop back, the reel never took off, do we suspected a false strike. I started retrieving the line by hand while Geraldine manned the reel. The bait was about half way back to the boat when the line was ripped out of my hands and the reel smoked off in free spool. Geraldine fed the fish for a bit then tightened up. The line went straight down and stayed there. The rod was transferred into the standup harness and the fight began. The fish came in pretty easily and soon the leader was out the water. I wrapped it a few times and pulled a decent size hammerhead shark alongside where the leader was cut.

It was the first time that Geraldine had fought a fish on standup gear and she caught her biggest fish. The next time will be a lot easier.

The SW wind started blowing after that, so we headed back to St Lucia.

Too close to call!

On Sunday the 3^rd January 2021, At and I launched “Avanti” for our first trip of the year. The forecast was for a light SW wind dropping to nothing. We had an idea that the gamefish would switch off so decided to target that illusive 30Lbs black marlin record.

We headed off to Oscar pinnacle to look for a live bait, but after an hour without any luck, we headed north along the 50m ledge. We were just being lulled into that lazy state, listening to the drone of the motors when two reels went away with skipjack tuna. One pulled hook but the other managed to find its way into the tuna tube.

We were in a good area, so I rigged it up on a 12/0 j-hook and let it out about 20m. It was a relatively big bait for 15kg line, and a single #32 runner band was almost too light to hold it. The problem was that If I put on 2 bands, there was a chance of popping the main line if they didn’t release. I made a plan with 2 rigger clips and ran two single bands to each clip so that one would take the load and pop easily but the backup one would hold the bait long enough to prevent a premature release of the line.

At angled the boat out to sea at an angle that kept the bait happy and soon there was a rev on the rigger. The release clips worked brilliantly and I could feed the line back after the strike. As this was going on, we saw the dorsal fin of a hammerhead behind the boat. Immediately I tightened up and luckily managed to rip the head of the bait away from it without hooking it. With a messed-up bait, we put out the bait rods and headed back to the ledge.

Wahoo breakfast

We were extremely lucky as no sooner had we crossed over the reef, two rods went on with skippys. One was in the gills and was DOA while the other I quickly rigged up and put the line in the rigger while At took us deeper out to sea. The wind had now dropped to nothing but there was a swell from the east that would make out shallow tack a bit of a problem. We turned at 250m and had some issues with the bait wanting to die, but after nursing it a bit, it came right and swam well again. In about 200m, there was a shoal of frigate tuna on the surface. Hoping to intercept, I let a small feather out about 100m and when they were in range, I retrieved it. I went on almost straight away. After bobbing and weaving through live bait and drop back, I managed to get the bait in the tube while I quickly rigged up a rod with a leader. A quick rig and we had 2 baits swimming behind us.

The surge caused by the swell took a toll on the friggie and soon it was shuddering on the surface. I tried to revive it a bit and just when I thought it was coming right, there was a long flash behind it and a cloud of blood… one wahoo attack! I immediately freespooled what was left of the bait and had another bump but it was all she wrote and I retrieved the head and shaved leader. Back to
one bait.

1 hour into the fight

There was absolutely no current, so due to the very small inward angle we were heading, we made a lot of ground going north so we were now off halfway in 130m of water… the same depth that the hammer had eaten us earlier. When the rigger revved, I ran to the back and pulled the line out the clip, holding it to feel what was happening. 

Black Marlin on 30lbs

The bait kicked wildly then there was a hell of a weight and I let go fearing the line would break. I fed the fish quite a bit as it was a big bait and when the reel was really going, At gunned the motor and I tightened up the drag and wound like hell. Everything came tight and line flew off the reel so At slowed down to reduce the amount of line in the water. The line was going down deep, so we were already thinking that it was a shark. I donned the harness and noticed the line angle coming up. In the distance there was a big splash as a marlin showed itself. It was far away, but looked marginal to beat the current record… but it was a long way from being caught. At backed down on the fish and I picked up most of the line before it sounded. Luckily for us it decided to swim shallower and all we could do was follow. An hour in, surfaced and greyhounded for about 100m with us in chase. On the last jump, the bait went flying but the hook had luckily set. The fish had now changed direction and headed deeper. It had no real pattern, probably due to the lack of current. I went up to 6kg on the drag and this made the world of difference. The fish shook its head more and surfaced a few times to where the double was out the water. All the time we tried to judge the size, but it was too close to call so we decided to take a chance and gaff it. 

After 2 hours and 15 minutes, the leader came up and onto the reel. I locked up the drag and muscled the fish closer. With the boat on autopilot, At took the leader and wrapped it a bit. I slacked the drag, grabbed the gaff that was lying ready and stuck the fish. There was some white water, but the fish was pretty tired. We loaded it and started the run back home where we made a make shift gantry in a tree. It was with great disappointment what the scale confirmed our suspicions … the fish was 113.2kg… only 5kg shy of the current record.

It was still a fantastic 7:1 fish on the light tackle and what a great experience. I will remember that fish for a long time.

Great fun after a year of Covid

I’ve just come back from my 2020 holiday. I was lucky enough to spend the time with good friends at Cape Vidal from 28^th November to 12^th December. Over the years, we have seen that the fishing is fantastic over those 2 weeks and then tapers off into December. This is due to that first appearance of warm current from north, bringing with it all the summer gamefish. This year was no exception. In fact, it was one of the best dorado seasons I can remember.

If I had to write a story about every day’s fishing, I would be writing for a long time, so I’m just going to give you the brief summary and maybe highlight a few days that really stood out.

The boat we fished on was the very first 22ft forward console Yeld Cat named “Avanti”, owned by At van Tilburg. I was super excited to fish on her and man was I impressed. This early season fishing is normally in strong wind and heavy seas, but on this boat, it was a pleasure.

In total, I fished for 10 days and our stats, even if I do say so myself, were pretty impressive.

Dorado:               83

Sailfish:                2 from 4

Cuda:                    26

Snoek:                  1

Tuna species:    13

Kaakap:                1

Marlin:                 0 from 2 

Our best day gamefishing was on 2^nd December. At, Henry and I launched at 5am and battled for an hour to get a decent amount of bait. The SW wind was blowing 20 knots and the sea was pretty big. This was a dorado fisherman’s dream conditions … well mine in any case. The game plan in these conditions is simple, find the depth where the fish are (normally where the bait is), turn the stern into the wind, turn off the motors and let the flasher do the rest.

Our baits were live maasbanker rigged with a cable tie through the eyes on 5/0 single hooks with 60lbs nylon leader. Three of these were fished around the flasher and one rod was further out the back. All were fished with light drags set just enough to stop the bait from taking line off the reel. 3 rods were on standby with single hooks to pitch livies to the followers. When the dorries are thick, anything with a pulse is fair game, sand soldiers and lizard fish included. 

On this day, the action was non-stop. Most of the time, when one close rod went off, the other 2 did as well. On many occasions, I would be feeding and hooking 2 fish at a time while Henry had the third. Our team production line worked well with myself rigging bait and hooking fish, Henry fighting them and At gaffing. Every time I passed the rod to Henry, I would put another bait out… as long as the flasher was in the water, the fish were there. At one point we had 4 dorado and a sailfish hooked up and managed to get all of them. It sounds unbelievable, because it was. One of the most action-packed days I’ve ever had. By 9:30 we had 28 dorado and 1 from 2 on sailfish. The smaller fish were released so that we could stay within our limit… and freezer space. 

The very next day also stood out in my mind as one that I really enjoyed. The SW wind from the day before had died and a NE wind was predicted. With enough gamefish in the freezer, we decided to target marlin but on 30lbs line. With the same crew from the day before, who between us we have been with over 600 marlin captures, I felt pretty confident of our chances.

We had some bad luck with a few live baits being hooked in the gills and dying in the tuna tubes. Also, the dorado, which were great fun the day before, were now a plague and grabbed any surface lure we put out. We moved to an area further north and managed to get a 2kg kawa-kawa which I rigged up on the 30lbs outfit. The bait had a small profile in the water, so out came the flasher. Suddenly it looked like a shoal of bonnies instead of just 1.

We picked up a thermocline at 180m and in 185m, the rigger popped. I fed the fish but it suddenly started jumping towards us, trying to throw the bait. I tightened up on the fish and it went mental on the surface. Just seconds later the fish was off. On closer inspection, the 400Lbs leader had broken. Probably due to a tailwrap. Oh well, the fish looked a bit small for the record, only about 90kg. 

We headed back to the bait pinnacle and managed another small kawa-kawa. This time we only made it to 115m when the rigger popped without any warning. I was dropping back when the fish erupted next to us with the bait hanging along the side of its body and the leader through its mouth. As can be expected, this didn’t last long and soon the party was over. Again, the fish was a bit small so no harm no foul. 

In all it was a great fishing trip. I know its going to sound like marketing smack, but what was strikingly obvious was how effective the flashers were. Later in the holiday, when the dorado tapered off, the cuda were also coming up on the short lines. Report from some of the other boats are that the sails and little marlin have come in on them, as I told them they would. It was also nice to see that the charter boats off St Lucia have ordered a few sets from me, so that tells me everything! Henry was baffled by them to the point that I made him a mini version that he is going to try for tigerfish and bass. 

I’m looking forward to seeing the results from the boat Cyclone. George and Geraldine Breedt and fishing light line exclusively and use my flashers to tease up their fish. I know of two double headers of sailfish they released on 4kg line so far and there are a few SA record applications in the post.

Good luck to everyone for the December holidays and have a great and safe festive season.

12:1 Sailfish

We were on the Vidal beach at 6am on Sunday the 8^th November 2020. After a bit of celebrations, the night before, we were a bit sluggish to say the least. Luckily the launch was as easy as the day before and we were through the surf in no time.

The live bait catching session was a carbon copy of the day before and we struggled to get 15 baits. Eventually we had enough to start fishing and it didn’t take long to get a few pulls. Unfortunately, we could not do anything right and pulled hooks on 4 cuda in a row. This was getting a bit out of hand and after a bumper day the previous day, we were having a tough time.

36.75kg Sailfish on 3kg line

I had put my 3kg outfit a short distance behind the flasher, rigged with a maasbanker on a circle hook, hoping for a sailfish. Unfortunately, the previous day only resulted in dorries and this day, I only had a cuda chop. At around 9:30, on the inward tack, Terence noticed the maasie revving on rod tip. He sounded the alarm and I rushed to the rod just in case. Just then, the reel started running so I freespooled a bit then tightened up. There was some heavy weight and a few head nods. I had a pretty good idea of what it was and sure enough, the line angled towards the surface and a good size sailie went mental on the top. I slacked the drag and ran to the controls, rod in hand, while Andre and Terry ran to the back and cleared lines. I got the boat going after the fish which was not about to stop jumping. By the time it slowed down, Terry was on the controls and Andre had the gaff at the ready. With the fish on the top and a full compliment of crew, we closed the gap on the fish, hoping that it would stay on top. All of a sudden, the double line came out the water followed by the leader. I tipped the fish which then ducked under the boat. I put the rod down deep under the motors and moved to the starboard side where Terry could now see what was happening. He chased the fish in very tight circles without any line coming off the reel. We inched closer and I managed to get the leader on the rod. I wrapped it around my hand between the reel and first eye, then heaved the fish closer. Andre made the gaff of the century and stuck the fish perfectly in the head. We all grabbed the fish and lifted it aboard. The fight took a whole 7 minutes! The result was a 36.75kg sailfish on 3kg tackle! What a great fish. Awesome job to the crew!

The lines went back in and I had just straightened out on the inward tack when the far line went away. At the same time, a nice big sailie cleared the water but when it landed, the reel went quiet. The hooks had pulled! Unlucky. Andre had just reset the far line when the rod keeled over and he was on. The fish fought very strangely but came to the boat easily. Only then did we see that it was a small cuda hooked in the tail.

By now it was 11am and we knew there was a lot of cleaning work to do so we headed home to weigh the fish and do all the required admin work. Thanks for a great weekend guys!

Is there time for one more?!

At 6:30 on Saturday 7^th November 2020, Andre, Terence and I launched “Marakas” off Vidal. There was a 15 knot SW blowing, a few clouds around and a good N-S current… pretty much perfect conditions. The launch was a nonevent and soon we were on the live bait marks. There was a great showing, but nothing was eating. We scrounged around and eventually managed to get about 20 livies.

The current was pushing us south, into the wind, so I suggested we put out lines right from where we were. I headed out deeper and the lines were just when the far line went away, followed by the other surface line. I ran to the back and saw a big bull dorrie on the flasher. At the same time, it saw the close bait and absolutely crushed it! Terence and I kept our fish at a distance while Andre fought what turned out to be the biggest fish of the day. A good 12kg dorrie. Terence was next up and managed a big 10kg cow dorrie. Now it was my turn, the only problem was that my fish was on 3kg tackle. Eventually, one miss gaff and 15 minutes later, I had a nice 8kg dorrie in the boat. What a great start!

It took a while to rerig and bait up, but we were back in the game. I trolled shallower and just as we came into the same depth, another 3 rods went away with dorado. I turned the boat with the wind so that I could leave the controls then cleared the dead rod. As the bait came close to the flasher, another dorrie came flying in and grabbed it. 4 fish on! You just gotta love dorado fishing!!!

Some beautiful Dorado at Vidal

While the chaos reigned, the flasher stayed in the water and soon we were surrounded by dorado. I couldn’t help myself so put my rod down, pinned a livie and cast it out. Several fish went for it at the same time with the maasie jumping out the water to get away… real Nat Geo stuff. I went tight on a fish then passed the rod to Andre who already had a rod in hand. Before I grabbed another pitch rod, we loaded 3 of the 5 dorries. With 2 fish still on, there was place to pitch another few livies. On, on, on… back to 5 fish! It was insane. Eventually, when the dust had settled, the boat looked like a war zone. The live bait well was empty, burnt off lines fluttered in the wind, carpets were super slippery and tackle boxes were in a shamble. We took a moment to regroup and get to grips with what had just happened… It was one of those experiences that you never forget… and it was only 9:30am!

We slowly headed back to the live bait marks where we picked up a few more baits. While this was going on, I rerigged my 3kg setup which had not survived the onslaught. By 10:30 we were back on the troll but things were dead quiet. The wind had dropped and very little action was being reported. I suggested we head back to the beach and start the cleaning process, but I was interrupted by a pull on the 3kg. I hooked up and fought what turned out to be a 7kg yellowfin tuna.

That was our last fish and we happily returned to the beach. The staff at Cape Vidal were treated to a few fresh fish to thank them for their efforts.

Let the summer games begin!!!

On Sunday 1^st November 2020, At and I launched “Vamos” off Cape Vidal. There had been a few dorado around, so we were keen to get a few. The SW had been howling the previous day and the surf was really big. It took a while before we found the right gap and could get through safely. There were a few livies around so it didn’t take too long to start fishing.

I was busy letting out the first line when the spool sped up then stopped before I could tighten up. The next bait was just set when the reel smoked off. The fish was on 3kg line so I had to play it gently. Unfortunately, a few minutes in, the hooks pulled. I managed to get another line out and within a few minutes, we were on to a nice dorado. It was good to get a fish in the boat. Things went a bit quiet and we only had our next pull about an hour later. It was on the deep line that I was about to check. It made a short run, then it felt as if the hook pulled. At the same time, the 3kg rod went away so I put the one rod down and grabbed the other and tightened up. There was a commotion on the surface as a shark ate my fish. At started retrieving the other line and felt that there was still a fish on it. It turned out to be a small cuda, a welcome addition to the hatch. In the meantime, I parted off the line on the shark.

With the lined in, we headed back to the point. I was bust letting the bait out when the reel took off in my hands. I tightened up and hooked another shoal cuda. There was not much of a fight even though it was on the light line. There seemed to be a few fish in the area and soon the deep line went away. We assumed it was a cuda but it turned out to be another dorado. It had a follower which grabbed the close surface bait next to the flasher. Unfortunately, it pulled hooks after a short run.

Vamos on the beach at Vidal

At made another turn and soon we had another cuda on the deep line. Things were looking good despite the cold wind and odd rain shower. We had two other pulls, but they turned out to be a small bonito and a big garfish. We were at the point where we were ready to call it a day when another rod went away. Almost immediately there was slack line and a small cuda came flying in between the motors and under the boat, followed by a big zambezi shark. I hit freespool as the cuda tried to get away. It seemed like I had a chance, but then the cuda just stopped on the surface. The shark crashed onto it, white water and blood everywhere. I parted off immediately to save me any pain.

Both of us agreed that it was a sign that we head back to shore. That night we had the best fresh fish for supper.

Heritage Day

On Thursday 24^th September 2020, Heritage day holiday, Patat and I launched “ABF” off Richards Bay. The forecast was for the NE to pick up to 30 knots by the afternoon, so we only had a small weather gap.

On the way out the harbour mouth, we found a few maasbanker and quickly caught a well full, just for a plan B if we didn’t come right with our game plan of pulling a few wirelines for snoek. I ran up north for a few kilometers then put out 2 wire lines with drones and a small feather on the surface, way out the back to prevent tangles.

Trolling wireline

The water was an off green colour with a few dirty patches. From experience, we know that the snoek tend to hang around the edges of these patches and it’s a good place to start your search. The lines were out for about half an hour when we managed out first snoek. It was a really small one and reminded me of those that we catch in the bay at the beginning of the year. Lines went back in and soon the feather went on. Patat brought the fish to the boat where is started giving him a good run around. Finally it came to the surface where we saw that it was a big striped bonito (Sarda Orientalis), not a fish that we get every day, but its meat is similar to a dogtooth tuna so I like to eat them. I made a lazy turn over the same spot and the small drone went away with another sarda.

Patat with a Heritage Day snoeklet

The wind shifted to the North East and things went quiet. I worked my way North without any luck. The water colour wasn’t great so we turned back towards the area that we had pulls earlier the day. I had just trolled over a small ridge when the bigger drone went on. There was some weight to the fish and Patat managed to lift a nice snoek into the boat. We were hoping that there would be a few more so I made a u-turn over the same spot. The lines had just straightened when the same rod went on. This time it was another sarda. They were now becoming a bit of a menace. In the next hour, we caught several more sardas and a small salad fish. The wind had really picked up so we headed into the backline and pulled some livies through the rips but apart from a few sharks, it was quiet. At noon, we called it a day and headed home to celebrate Heritage Day  with a braai.

20 year reunion

On Saturday 12^th September 2020 at 5:30am, Uncle Louw and I launched “ABF” off Richards Bay. There was a bit of a weather window predicted for the morning but the NE was supposed to blow by 11am so we didn’t have much time to fish. The plan was to pull a few wire lines around for snoek and then drift back to the harbour with livies, looking for a Garrick.

On our way out the harbour mouth, I saw a few birds dipping. This normally indicates baitfish so I slowed down looking for the showing. It didn’t take long before I found a red cloud on the bottom. Uncle Louw went down with the sabikis and immediately went on with some bait. He lifted 2 nice shad and 3 maasbanker into the boat. Not a bad start. On the next few drop we were plagued by small seapike which I don’t regard as a great Garrick bait, so we released them. After about half an hour, without any more decent baits, I suggested we head north and start fishing.

Wirelining

I stopped in 8m of water next to a bit of a colour line and put out 2 wire lines with drones. Uncle Louw had never seen wire line, let alone fished with them. He was very skeptical but only 5 minutes later, we had a fish on. I grabbed the rod and winched in a snoek which immediately went on ice. Not a bad way to start. I made a few turns in the area without any more action, so I made a turn on the 12m ledge. Apart from a saladfish, it was quiet so we headed back to the shallows and as the lines went through the colour line, we went on with another snoek that Uncle Louw winched in. It seemed like he was starting to enjoy these wire lines.

In the next hour or so, we only caught one other snoek which was small enough to pass as a shad. The wind had also started to pick up so it was time to make a switch to live bait. We pulled into 4m of water and I put out 3 livies on the light spinning rods. The wind pushed the boat south at just the right speed, so we were very comfortable with the

Fishing the backline

situation. Unfortunately, there was very little action. No baitfish or chases anywhere. I suggested that we give it until 11am then we pack up, giving us 30mins left of fishing. There was a big rip just in front of us and the baits were about half way through it when the close surface bait revved like hell. Moments later, the clip released and line ran off the reel. I fed it for a while then tightened up. The rod loaded up and I was on to what I hoped was a Garrick. I passed the rod to Uncle Louw and cleared the other lines in anticipation of the bun fight around the boat. The fish headed out to sea which is not very characteristic of a Garrick, but when it

Uncle Louw's garrick

came to the surface and thrashed around, it was obviously that it was indeed a Garrick. The fish gave us a good rev around the boat, as they normally do. The 6kg line also added to the fun. It was only then that it dawned on me that the last Garrick that Uncle Louw had caught was probably more than 20 years prior. After a great fight, the fish was boated, much to our relief.

With the target species acquired, we packed up and headed home with the strong NE at our backs. Back at the club, we were informed that it was the last weekend of the Garrick comp and that not one fish had been entered yet. Unfortunately, we had not entered the comp so it was our bad luck. Be that as it may, we were happy with our results for the day.

A Flash in the pan. Some things just work.

This post is a bit different from all the others. Normally I just write about the basics of where we fished and what we caught. I decided to let you all in on a little secret that has been working for me for a few years now, especially for dorado and sailfish.

Years back, I had a few discussions with my spearo mates regarding the flashers that they used. There were many different configurations and theories about them but the basic concept worked … and worked well.

I decided to make my own flasher, but for ski-boat fishing, taking into consideration the pros and cons of diving flashers.

Since then, I have tweaked them to a point where I am really happy with their performance. So much so that I do not fish without them. I first made them public knowledge after a convincing win at the St Lucia 12x12 species comp. Dorado were not very easy to come by and every day we managed to get our numbers. Most were on the rod right next to the flasher.

Next up was the St Lucia Snoek Derby where the top performing teams were pulling them. There was then a request to make a smaller version for the snoek and it proved dynamite.

I then wanted to know how they operated from a diver’s point of view so I gave it to a mate on the south coast. His feed back was great. The flasher made no metallic noises, they had twice the action in the water and on the odd occasion, the fish would swim up and actually grab the flasher.

I then turned my focus to the smaller billfish. Heading to Morocco to fish for white marlin. Trolling at around 5 knots, I put out a flasher behind a trolling weight. It swam just below the surface so that we could see anything coming up behind it. I was pleased to see several fish raised by it. Granted, we did also have a dredge in the water and other teasers, but it was interesting to see how the fish would become more aggressive around the flasher than the straight running teasers.

Here at home in local waters, I trolled two flashers off the stern while pulling swimbaits for sailies. It worked a treat, not only for sails and dorries, but also for the small 20 to 40kg black marlin.

This December, I tried it while live baiting for marlin. We had a live bonito swimming on the starboard side and the flasher on the port stern cleat. I’m not sure if it brought the fish in, but we caught a black marlin for out efforts. What was interesting is that a big hammerhead came up to look at the 5 flasher blades before it spotted the lone bonnie. This gave us time rip the bait in and save it.

I have been lucky to play around with different methods to incorporate these flashers into my fishing and now use them when slow trolling for gamefish, on the surface and on the downrigger, when fishing for sailfish, off the riggers and in the small dredges I make and when drifting. They are surprisingly versatile and I will not be caught without them.

If anyone is interested in buying a set or two, drop me a comment with your email address and I can send you the prices.

Below are some of the many fish taken with the flashers.

Cat and mouse

 On Sunday 6^th September 2020 at just before 7am, Terence, Andre and I launched Terence’s “Marakas” off Cape Vidal. It was the first launch for the boat and with the surf being a bit unsettled, Terry asked me to take the boat through the surf. After a bit of bob and weave, we were behind the backline and looking for bait. We were lucky to get some really nice mackerel and maasbanker before heading north to Leven Point.

Bluefin Kingfish

About a kilometer south of the point I slacked off the speed and Andre and Terry put out four lures, hoping for a snoek, kingie or bonnie. The big swell made it difficult to get in close, but I managed a depth of around 6m. We had just gone through a nice rip when a reel went off. Terry took the strike and had a good tussle on the light gear with a beautiful bluefin kingfish which was released.

The lures went back out and I worked the area for a bit without any more luck so I headed north along the 12m line. Terry and I were discussing the area when a good showing appeared on the sounder. Moments later all four reels went away. One pulled hooks while in the holder, but the other three stayed tight and we managed to boat 3 shoal cuda. What a bargain! I had marked the spot so without wasting any time, we put out the lines. Just as the third rod was out, the showing started. Again, 3 rods went on with one pulling hook and two being boated. It was great to see the fish eating lures as it is much easier than rigging baits so I made another turn. Just as I was approaching the spot, a pod of dolphins pulled in front of us and the showing disappeared. I made several turns but the cuda had vanished.

Shoal size cuda

Hoping to find them a bit deeper, we changed over to live bait and slow trolled the area for a few hours without any pulls. We decided to make one last turn then go back to lures. As we were turning, I saw a splash and big swirl near the surface bait. There was a lot of slack in the line due to the turn so I ran back and cranked on the reel. The line came tight and the rod loaded up, followed by a few head nods. The fish went on a bit of a run so I passed the rod to Andre and helped Terry clear the lines before going back to the steering. The fish wasn’t doing much but when Andre put the drag to strike position, the were a few big head nods and the line angled to the surface where a nice sailfish climbed out. We knew it was going to be a tough fight… not only because of the light tackle and the 12kg leader, but we also noticed that the fish’s bill was broken so that would make it interesting around the boat

Over the next half an hour, we played a game of cat and mouse with the fish only jumping a few times, conserving its strength while it headed offshore. We had the fish in the “leader” several times before Terry could safely grab the bill, narrowly missing the hooks. We took a few pics then revived it before turning it loose.

Terry and Andre with a Sailie

With there not being much action, we decided to put on the lures again. I trolled over all my usual spots, but there was no action, so I turned to head home in the backline. We had just gone through a good looking area with lots of bait when the far lure went away. Terry took the strike and had a strong fight with an unknown customer. We were not making much headway in the fight and to make things worse, the pod of dolphin that had scared the cuda away, were back in town and heading our way. A few minutes later, the fight changed and we were now pulling against one of the dolphins that decided our fish was an easy meal. We had no chance at pulling the fish free from the dolphin’s grip and after putting max drag for a while, another dolphin swam into the line and parted it off.

With that, we called it a day and headed back to the beach to clean fish and have a cold beer. Thanks to Terry and Andre for a fun day on the water.