It was the last morning of our holiday and I wanted one last chance at something big at Juno Point. I had heard reports that the deep sea fishing charter boats were also starting to see schools of Australian Salmon. By now Olie and I were skilled at handling the anchor so I had no worries about positioning us in what must have been al least a 5 knot incoming tide. We baited up the deep sea rods with ganged hooks, squid on one rod and pilchard on the other. The tide was too strong for the lighter rods. It looked so good I knew, no I believed, we would soon be into a big mulloway or shark, but fishing is not called catching for a very good reason. We reeled in our baits with heavy hearts, the time had come to say goodbye to the beautiful Hawkesbury and the 12 special days and nights I was lucky to spend on it with my beloved son Oliver who lives way too far away in South Africa. Here's to our next adventure Ol.
This one made national television after all !
appetising right !