I’d been looking forward to fishing the 10-Mile since a mate had texted pics of 12kg jew and similar sized snapper that he’d caught in the vicinity, whilst I battled hard for 40cm fish in 20m. The forecast for this morning was perfect, 2–3 knots with a tad of swell, but as the pre-dawn sky lite up in a vibrant red, bringing the old weather ditty to mind: “red sky in morning, sailors warning”, but after a quick team meeting, Wally and I decided to go wide, putting technology over weather lore. And did we suffer! We stuck it out for six nice snapper, but it got so windy we had trouble standing up, and were battered and soaked on the long trip in.
The whole adventure made me reassess…
