Well, with my Dad and Darrell Hattingh on the boat, when the rod finally went, I said – “Who wants this fish!”.
They both just said – “No you take it”.
So there I was, finally actually fighting a fish myself. Wierd!
And what a fight – these guys pack a punch – even on a couta stick – it took 20 minutes. We could see the fish 30ft down but it wouldn’t budge.
We also got a big bonnie and swam it live until it died – earlier on we saw a marlin with it’s bill out the water acting strange. But no strike.
The water was 22.5 to 22.9 and really dirty – about 20ft vis.
The market was empty, so we actually did quite well…and yes, we will be eating this fish tonight.
A few local spearos also bagged a couple, there were plenty in that shoal!