Posts Tagged ‘weather’

Thursday, forecast for the weekend, not good. So, what to do? In a vague search for inspiration I decide to sort through some of the old tackle we fisherfolk invariably keep stashed about the house.

It was during this seemingly futile search, as is often the case, I stumbled upon a plastic and cardboard Time Machine. Three and a half inches of the past.
My Grandfather passed several years ago now, he’d live a full life, a grazier, a bushman, a sailor and an angler. Proud and aloof, a patriarchal figure for a growing boy and a young man to look up to.

Finnish Minnow

Even in my earliest angling memories, he is there, obscure, half recalled but there. Now in a bag of old tackle, at the back of the wardrobe I find some of his gear my mother had saved for me. At the time it was too much, and I’d put it aside for a later date. I guess, eventually, I forgot all about it. Until now…

An Original Rapala Wobbler, The “Original Finnish Minnow”

Minnows Unboxed

Now I’m not sure how old this is, in fact it’s probably not anything special. But it’s wood and ‘individually tested’. I’ve not seen anything like it.

My Grandfather’s Rapala still in the cardboard box. Made in Finland, with the instruction sheet and all. So many images of the old guy flash through my mind as I look at this thing.

Should I keep it, as a memento, a reminder of the man who never got use it? Or do I take it out and bag some fish as a tribute? I’m not sure what I’d even target with it.

Grandfather's Rapala

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.