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  1. Another great read Waza, thanks for going to the trouble of posting. I've never seen a hairtail in the flesh, but they certainly look to be a unique creature.
  2. Knowing what species your chasing and what size plastics would be a big help, as well as how long a rod you need to suit the terrain you're fishing. Personally, I throw 5-7 inch plastics on light jigheads under washes for snapper and use a 9 foot Shimano Coastal Spin (discontinued). Its rated 6-10kg and I match it with a Stradic 5000 and a quality PE 1.5 braid, that breaks around 15kg. Sounds like a 4-8kg rod may be what you're looking at and around 8-9 foot long.
  3. Not that unusual, but I had a mate that pro, rod and reeled yellowfin. When cubing was the all the rage, these were his hooks of choice. Quite small considering his best went 102kg.
  4. I saw police actively booking and turning back obvious tourists on the NSW south coast today.
  5. A mate and I dirt biked into a remote bass hole well up the Shoalhaven river. I went to rig up and realised I'd left my reel at home. Still got a few on a jitterbug and a spool of leader handlining.
  6. Them were the days, hey Waza. I remember fishing the Big Bommie at Currarong from my cousins boat, long before the days of GPS. Heading out of the Crookhaven River mouth our marks were, run a direct line between the lighthouse and the tip of Beecroft and when the water turned black you were there. The water was black with kings just under the surface. Another great read!
  7. I’m restoring an old cedar Alvey. Will post pics when I’m done.
  8. My ABU 4600 doesn’t move on the cast. The spool is narrow and the angles not huge. I can’t say its ever been a real problem.
  9. An old farmers trick if you want to keep vermin away is to put a radio on. They don’t like the sound of human voices. The ABC is best as there’s plenty of talk back programs. My sister on the farm does it in the chicken coup when they have chicks, to keep the foxes away.
  10. Depends on the reel. Some baitcasters level wind disengages on the cast to reduce friction and improve distance. They are generally reels with narrow spools. Those that don’t, you don’t wind loose line after fishing through the level wind, but tie a loop and hook it onto part of the reel. That way the line on the reel and your level wind always remain in sync. If yours isn’t, you can either try and realign it or remove the line and wind it back on.
  11. Back in the 60's we used to regularly visit my Aunty and Uncle, who owned a house at Illawong, on the Georges River. Their house was built on piers and was actually out from the bank and over the water. I remember they always had a handline out the kitchen window and the cork would be left in the sink, so if a fish took the bait, the cork rattling in the sink would act as an alarm. There was no EPA back then and their toilet was just a pan with a hole, so everything dropped straight into the river. As a cheeky six or seven year old, I thought it would be funny to drop a handline down the dunny just for a giggle and wouldn't you know it, the bait had no sooner hit the water and I hooked onto a bloody big bream. That big I couldn't get it up through the hole in the floor, so I yelled out for someone to help. My dad came flying into the bathroom to see what the commotion was all about and I don't think he knew whether to laugh or belt me for getting in this predicament. Thankfully he laughed and got my uncle, who had a boat tied up under the house to go out and fetch the fish. 50+ years down the track and I'll never forget that catch. I guess the Queenslanders don't call bream poo eaters for nothing. Edit: Oh and Waza, they had a pet eel named Eric that they fed all the fish and meat scraps
  12. I was introduced to fishing by my parents as far back as I can remember. Living in an isolated, south coast town, fishing was an important food source to our family, along with the huge vege garden in the backyard. My dad travelled for work a lot and part of my morning and evening chores was to check and rebait the mullet traps we had in the lake across the road. We had a largish cage in the water nearby where the kept the poddies alive and it was my job to feed them as well. When dad was home we'd drift for flathead from an old clinker, put put boat and if it was too windy for the boat, we'd fish from a protected bank. When he was away, mum and I would fish the lake for bream. As soon as I was old enough to ride a bike, I'd ride to the river mouth to chase bream and blackfish. Dad was never a blackfisherman and my first attempts were crude to say the least. An old, aboriginal chap who referred to himself as Captain Midnight, took me under his wing and taught me the art along with the habits of jewfish and how to catch them. He was one of the nicest blokes you'd ever meet and I kept a strong friendship with him 'til the day he died.
  13. Another great tale Waza. It reminds me of a breakwall where we fish for Jew. When we first started fishing the place we used an inflatable babies swimming pool to keep out tailor alive for baits. The first night we had 8 or so tailor in the pool and the rats got the lot as soon as darkness fell. After that we had to use large plastic buckets with the lids on and often we'd find the rats trying to get into them. The little buggers would continue at the buckets 'till you were only a couple of metres away before scurrying off.
  14. Nice looking outfit mate.
  15. If I told you, I'd probably be banned from this site.