The GT’s must have had a mid-term exam coming up, because they were certainly schooling up beneath the mothership (I’m on fire with the puns!!). In fact I managed to get one to the boat myself that night, even though I had to frantically apply some “rag drag” to the reel to help slow Trevor down and eventually turn him without burning my thumbs completely off on the braided spool (NB. Sinesy, a Trinidad would have totally smoked that fish without the need for such an emergency measures.) Even though I’m only a scrawny little prick, this fish felt pretty heavy and might have nudged 60 pounds on a dodgey set of scales.

We were blessed with ideal weather for the first 5 days so we made a beeline for Saumarez Reef then took advantage of the conditions to fish some new ground. Some great captures were made and a big variety in which were a few surprises.

This was just before 5pm. I had been awake for thirty-five hours, drunken forty-five cans of VB, half a dozen Big Jims and smoked two packs of cigarettes. I was as ready as I was gonna get!