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metal lureMack’s in the bay, they say….

20/25kts in the morning light 5/10 or less in the afternoon, they say…

Well poppycock I say, balderdash…..
A wiser person than me (Patrick Young) once said.

‘  The trouble with weather forecasting is that it’s right too often for us to ignore it and wrong too often for us to rely on it.’

After hearing the weather report we decided to postpone our trip until Saturday afternoon, who wants to go boating in a 25knot wind after all? Trouble is, being so keen to get on the water I woke at 4 am anyway. Deciding to take a look out the window I rose from my nice warm wife… err bed into the 4 degree air and peered, bleary eyed, at the ocean. Only to find there was not a hint of a breeze, at which point I said to myself ‘Well better to be safe than sorry, but if that weather man got it wrong, so help me…’ and went back to my nice but no longer warm bed. Another sojourn at 7 am yielded the same response, with the addition of grumbles from my nice warm wife upon my return.

After breakfast the wind was still elsewhere and my eager crew beginning to make noise about a mutiny if we didn’t head out soon. I called enough, enough and the bureau something I’d rather not repeat in public and we went fishing.

Most of you probably know what happens next in these situations… Inevitably the wind picked up the moment we left the harbour, midday the very time of day they said it would die off! Luckily it only blew 10/15knots for 30 minutes or so, on the way out. Eventually we made our way around the back of Great Keppel Island and trolled about for some of the pelagic’s the helpful tackle store guy said were everywhere…..

You saw this coming as well didn’t you… Zip. Zero. Nada. Nothing. Not even a single blip on the sounder. Four and a half hours later, we headed for home – empty handed. Again. As for the wet pants, well… let me just say ’emergency’ loo stop, pristine white beach, stalled 40veto and a freak wave… nuff’said m’kay.