Jack.

In every way, what you are asking is what every fisho on here would love to know ;)Simply there is no best place to go and catch big fish (I assume landbased).Most fishos have their own idea of best places, and most are different :)Here is what you need to ask yourself;What fish do you want to catch?Do you want just a big fat ray?Do you want to catch a Snapper?A mulloway?A kingfish?Give yourself a goal. What about trying to get a nice big legal Bream?Once you know what you want to catch, google it, do a search on here create a thread.Failing that. If you catch a Tommie, stick a big hook through its shoulder and chuck it out live on your bigger rod.Keep on catching yer tommies and having fun..... And just hope and pray something big eats your live bait. Do this where ever you fish.... If you get a big hook.up come back and tell US where it happened :cheer: Welcome to the site by the way.

Fished down at Coobowie over the long weekend,We got 8 king george whiting on saturday evening and 15 King George whiting on Sunday. Monday was supposed to be a day with the kids at the beach until the cold front hit unfortunately.Some snapper were caught at Tapley's on Saturday morning but Sunday was quiet according to those I spoke with.The odd gummy shark landed around Troubridge Point area from local reports.TB

I love all types of fishing whether it be from the beautiful beaches of lower Yorkes, the wild stones, open sandflats, secluded creeks or local reds. Lure, plastic, bait, shore, boat/tinny, yak- it's all good!One of Yorkes beautiful beachesChasing KingsSalmon on lures is always funFlats Yellowfin would have to be right up the topBut putting mates onto big snapper is a feeling hard to beat!

Night time tinny fishing with my mate, talking shit for hours and any fish is a bonus

hey, i was just sitting back having a think about my last year of fishing and the different places/types that i have done. i have fished from a boat, the rocks, the beach and the jetty. i would have to say on consideration that this last year my greatest enjoyment has come from the rocks. my first real rock sesh came here in Whyalla with rocknev about a year ago and as he said at the time, its the challenge of fishing them that makes it so enjoyable and when you do land a fish, especially a decent one, it just seems like much more of an achievement than it does out of a boat.dont get me wrong, i love my boat fishing as well and if the seas are calm i am forever keen to blast on out looking for fish but as far as sense of achievement is concerned u cant go past the rocks IMO. they are also able to be fished by everyone anytime and they seem to fish the best when its too rough to take the boat out anyway (unless ur Samrota where they seem to produce no matter what the weather is doing )ive put this pic up before but so far it is my best catch off the rocks and now my benchmark. im heading out to try and best it this arvo in fact!Whats ur Fav type of fishing and why??

TUNA!!!!!upload pics

Just love getting out in the wild. Ahhhh, the serenity.

I love all types of fishing. Jetty, boat, yak, rocks, beach, river, impoundments. Lure and bait, haven't got into fly yet, but been thinking about it for a while. What makes it even more enjoyable, is taking my son with me and passing the knowledge i have accumulated over the years. Teaching him proper fish handling, catch and release, and the like. We love our lure fishing in dams for natives and redfin. He has been outfishing me for a few years now!!! Many more pics of fish he has caught, but i don't want him to get a big head.

I heard via Facebook that there were heaps of mullet around the Southport walking bridge yesterday so decided to head down there this morning on a livie mission. Managed about five which should do the job, thousands of pickers down there it was crazy! Threw back so many undersized mullet and st's also saw a bunch of decent sized st's that just wouldn't take my bait as it was decimated every cast by the pickers There are Whiting hanging around too, have to give them a go soon I reckon.I'm off soon to put my livies to use, fingers crossed I have a report to write up later

Jack wrote :That footage at the end is killa, mainly because your winding the reel with yer right hand never seen you do that before!!Thats because i handed the rod back and they switched the handle back so the rod was left handed ? Yes Ale he does fish a fair bit and he is my old boss who gave us the heads up to the charter . He has a decent boat himself but he wanted to relax that day a not have to drive the boat but actually fish an thats why we went with the charter . Yeah the gaff was an old home made bambo model with a bit of sentimental value . Definitely seen better days ? I was using there outfit Just Me , thats what i am paying for ? Also we were using skirts and lures but the lures seemed to be doing the trick . Couldn't tell you what ones as two or three rods were getting hit at a time with a couple of bust off's and the skipper , chopping and changing all the time ? Yeah i really rate Lands End Fishing Charters , it's the second time i have been out with them , the first chasing Snapper . Down to earth fella that really knows his stuff . There usually isn't as many people on board but i think there was a friend or two on board , also why i was a bit greedy with the boat limit ? I had paid . He tells you like it is and told us about a group that had GPS plotters with them , so he took them to a shit spot until they put there plotters away in the cabin . LOL . He usually has four people , deckhand and himself on board so it is a much nicer charter than one where there was 12-15 people on board and the boat limit was reached before the handle on my rod had been changed over , that one sucked balls . Cheers Bjorn and UHF , it was an absolute ball and a trip i wont forget in a hurry .

I could just run it off my wheelchair but then I'd be stuck there, which isn't a bad thing I guess lmao

Well that was bloody ridiculously super awesome !!!By favourite bit was you letting the others have a go, then saying 'nah, bugger it ' :laugh:Thats fair enough man, I know exactly what you mean hey. anyway I reckon you liked the only one who knew what they were doin with a rod n reel lol, that poor young fella was a-strugglin.That footage at the end is killa, mainly because your winding the reel with yer right hand :ohmy: never seen you do that before!!I could go on and on mate, definitely worth the wait to see that cool underwater stuff and the size of them tuna :)Loved it and am heaps jealous lol. Big congrats on popping the tuna cherry Jimbo.... Epic stuff! :woohoo:

Ok , so on Wed smoko i got a call from my old boss asking "you doing much tomoz ? Thinking of going on a fishing charter , would you like to come ?" . My instant reply "is a ducks a@#$ water tight" . It was predicted to be 41 deg anyway so i wasn't to keen to work doing some roofing , not that i needed an excuse like this to take the day of . Got a call a bit later saying it was on and to be ready by 4:15am . Mark was at my door on time and we headed of on an adventure . We were down at Cape Jervois to meet the charter on time and head out before the birds were chirping and wouldn't you know it , the charter fella was a tad late . Makes a change as Mark usually drives Miss Daisy and we are late ? On board and loaded up we headed out through Backstairs Passage towards the Pages and it wasn't long before we could see the birds bombing the water . Motored towards them and we got close enough to see the Tuna breaching out the surface smashing the bait . What a sensational sight . "To small" cries the skipper and we cruise past heading further out into the big blue . After what seems like an eternity , a few more to small cries and barely seeing land the skipper is telling us to put our line's out . Not to long into the trawl and my rod buckles over and i am onto my first Tuna . After a shortish battle and getting to see colour the hooks pulled with the fish about 5-10 meter's below the boat . Bugger . Off Trawling again and before i could turn the camera on there was a double hookup with one of the rods being mine . A bit of pandemonium and a little bit of underwater footage two Tuna are on board with me landing my first ever Tuna . A bit more of a trawl this time but again i couldn't get the camera on while i was onto another Tuna . Now by this time i hung my rod up to let other people on board to catch a Tuna them selves and be fair but then i was thinking of the other times i had been on charters and didn't even catch a fish because other people had got the boat limit before i really had even had a crack so this time i thought bugger it and after some one had been busted off a couple of times had landed one them selve and was still trying to catch a fish every time we did a pass i had a crack again . This time i got the hook up on camera but a minute or so in to the epic battle , the bloody battery went flat . This time tho the braid had some fray in it so the skipper told me not to put to much drag on this fish and take my time . 10-15 minutes later i had it on board ? This one was also my biggest fish for the day . Awesome stuff . Once the boat limit was reached we headed closer to shore to have a crack for some Snapper . Managed to get a few 45-50cm models but then we caught 3 eagle rays and the skipper decided to call it a day and we headed back to port . Cant thank Lands End Pro Charters enough for the epic adventure chasing Tuna and what an awesome and spectacular day . Cheers fellas .http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2J2AdEoJ8jwCouple of bits i need to re edit on this ?

lmao, gonna be hard to top that post, hilarious mate! :clap:reminds me of the time in port lincoln me and my nephew caught a bucket of tommies for bait and put them in the laundry then forgot all about it til 3 days later of 35+ degree days. will never forget that smell :sick:Best crab bait I ever used though! stuck the mush in a stocking and it worked a treat

Hi jack funny as mate ,when i bagged out on suid last year after cleaning them i put the remains in 2 plastic bags tied with a crispys never let the smell get out knot ,didnt work the bin was sittin under the carport for a week slowely getting stronger every time you opened the lid to put some normal rubbish in it ,ohhhhhhhh couldnt wait for the rubbish truck ,can you imagine crushing a pillie into a cars airvent what a fitting payback for someone you dont like

I think we've all been there :)For me it was a bucket of crab remains.... smelled like putrid death. But I decided to hang the bucket off my car aeriel and drive it down to the boat ramp bins, all the while getting that lovely smell wafting into the car. Must have burned into my nostrils coz I swear I was smelling it for ages after.

Funniest thing I've read in ages. Well written! I copped the same thing after forgetting about a bunch of squid in my bait bucket for a week. :sick:

The Mrs suspected a dead mouse on Monday :ohmy:Tuesday she decided the garbage bins were on the nose.Wednesday she told me to check the carport for a dead possum or Rat.Pfft whatever, I'll get around to it.Home from work after Thursdays heat and the stench had escalated to life threatening proportions!!! CODE RED the back of the house was in lockdown.Mrs went to the shops and I got off my ass to see what the fuss was about ;)Into the carport and a shot of adrenalin went through me as I saw the top of my white bucket in the boat!Ahhh shit!!! This was gunna be wrong in ten types of ways.Overwhelmed by the foulness I set about hatching a cunning plan.I dug a hole.... A very big deep hole that Im proud of. Man I love a good hole in the ground. But this was a purpose dug disposal hole.I went to the bucket with my t-shirt over my nose... That first movement lifting the bucket seemed to release the heart of the stench and it assailed my senses in a really physical way.Im no pussy right, never gag at bad scenes or smells or people hurling, but the walk from my boat to the hole with the bucket really tested my gag reflex.Next was to remove the pilchard from the plastic bag (big kilo+ block) and into the hole with minimum fuss.DONE in one movement.... Then it happened... Wave after wave of sweet sweet acrid, ghoulish, unholy funk hit me.... Each wave stronger than the last... And the sight was of grey slimey, semi broiled barely recognisable big pillies.... And cent-r-meter long 3mm thick highly mobile maggots.I gagged, gained control and then lost it and fully wretched. Then screamed at the dogs to STAYAWAYFORJESUSCHRISTSAKESDOGSDONTGONEAR!My neighbor freaked out at the wrenching and the stench and the yelling and called my Mrs.MRS answered her mobile and laughed... "he is just a :c idiot, dont worry, he just left his bait in the boat since Saturday "Back to the mission and I legged it to the shed, caught my breath, settled my churning guts and grabbed my respirator!It was dusk by now and I strode across the backyard breathing through the filters like Darth Vader... The kids were perched at the window staring in amazement as their Vader-like father in boxers, crocks and spew stained t shirt filled in this unholy grave mess with dirt!The bags were bleached and triple wrapped in garbage bags and now sit odorlessly in the bin.The bucket was bleached and is now standing, full of dirt in the far corner if the yard next to the compost bin.It stands there now as a reminder to any of you lazy fishos out there to never, never ever leave yer bait in the boat!(not one word of exaggeration above) :laugh: :silly: Stay safe fello fishers.... Stay safe

The Mrs suspected a dead mouse on Monday :ohmy:Tuesday she decided the garbage bins were on the nose.Wednesday she told me to check the carport for a dead possum or Rat.Pfft whatever, I'll get around to it.Home from work after Thursdays heat and the stench had escalated to life threatening proportions!!! CODE RED the back of the house was in lockdown.Mrs went to the shops and I got off my ass to see what the fuss was about ;)Into the carport and a shot of adrenalin went through me as I saw the top of my white bucket in the boat!Ahhh shit!!! This was gunna be wrong in ten types of ways.Overwhelmed by the foulness I set about hatching a cunning plan.I dug a hole.... A very big deep hole that Im proud of. Man I love a good hole in the ground. But this was a purpose dug disposal hole.I went to the bucket with my t-shirt over my nose... That first movement lifting the bucket seemed to release the heart of the stench and it assailed my senses in a really physical way.Im no pussy right, never gag at bad scenes or smells or people hurling, but the walk from my boat to the hole with the bucket really tested my gag reflex.Next was to remove the pilchard from the plastic bag (big kilo+ block) and into the hole with minimum fuss.DONE in one movement.... Then it happened... Wave after wave of sweet sweet acrid, ghoulish, unholy funk hit me.... Each wave stronger than the last... And the sight was of grey slimey, semi broiled barely recognisable big pillies.... And cent-r-meter long 3mm thick highly mobile maggots.I gagged, gained control and then lost it and fully wretched. Then screamed at the dogs to STAYAWAYFORJESUSCHRISTSAKESDOGSDONTGONEAR!My neighbor freaked out at the wrenching and the stench and the yelling and called my Mrs.MRS answered her mobile and laughed... "he is just a :c idiot, dont worry, he just left his bait in the boat since Saturday "Back to the mission and I legged it to the shed, caught my breath, settled my churning guts and grabbed my respirator!It was dusk by now and I strode across the backyard breathing through the filters like Darth Vader... The kids were perched at the window staring in amazement as their Vader-like father in boxers, crocks and spew stained t shirt filled in this unholy grave mess with dirt!The bags were bleached and triple wrapped in garbage bags and now sit odorlessly in the bin.The bucket was bleached and is now standing, full of dirt in the far corner if the yard next to the compost bin.It stands there now as a reminder to any of you lazy fishos out there to never, never ever leave yer bait in the boat!(not one word of exaggeration above) :laugh: :silly: Stay safe fello fishers.... Stay safe

The Mrs suspected a dead mouse on Monday :ohmy:Tuesday she decided the garbage bins were on the nose.Wednesday she told me to check the carport for a dead possum or Rat.Pfft whatever, I'll get around to it.Home from work after Thursdays heat and the stench had escalated to life threatening proportions!!! CODE RED the back of the house was in lockdown.Mrs went to the shops and I got off my ass to see what the fuss was about ;)Into the carport and a shot of adrenalin went through me as I saw the top of my white bucket in the boat!Ahhh shit!!! This was gunna be wrong in ten types of ways.Overwhelmed by the foulness I set about hatching a cunning plan.I dug a hole.... A very big deep hole that Im proud of. Man I love a good hole in the ground. But this was a purpose dug disposal hole.I went to the bucket with my t-shirt over my nose... That first movement lifting the bucket seemed to release the heart of the stench and it assailed my senses in a really physical way.Im no pussy right, never gag at bad scenes or smells or people hurling, but the walk from my boat to the hole with the bucket really tested my gag reflex.Next was to remove the pilchard from the plastic bag (big kilo+ block) and into the hole with minimum fuss.DONE in one movement.... Then it happened... Wave after wave of sweet sweet acrid, ghoulish, unholy funk hit me.... Each wave stronger than the last... And the sight was of grey slimey, semi broiled barely recognisable big pillies.... And cent-r-meter long 3mm thick highly mobile maggots.I gagged, gained control and then lost it and fully wretched. Then screamed at the dogs to STAYAWAYFORJESUSCHRISTSAKESDOGSDONTGONEAR!My neighbor freaked out at the wrenching and the stench and the yelling and called my Mrs.MRS answered her mobile and laughed... "he is just a :c idiot, dont worry, he just left his bait in the boat since Saturday "Back to the mission and I legged it to the shed, caught my breath, settled my churning guts and grabbed my respirator!It was dusk by now and I strode across the backyard breathing through the filters like Darth Vader... The kids were perched at the window staring in amazement as their Vader-like father in boxers, crocks and spew stained t shirt filled in this unholy grave mess with dirt!The bags were bleached and triple wrapped in garbage bags and now sit odorlessly in the bin.The bucket was bleached and is now standing, full of dirt in the far corner if the yard next to the compost bin.It stands there now as a reminder to any of you lazy fishos out there to never, never ever leave yer bait in the boat!(not one word of exaggeration above) :laugh: :silly: Stay safe fello fishers.... Stay safe

The Mrs suspected a dead mouse on Monday :ohmy:Tuesday she decided the garbage bins were on the nose.Wednesday she told me to check the carport for a dead possum or Rat.Pfft whatever, I'll get around to it.Home from work after Thursdays heat and the stench had escalated to life threatening proportions!!! CODE RED the back of the house was in lockdown.Mrs went to the shops and I got off my ass to see what the fuss was about ;)Into the carport and a shot of adrenalin went through me as I saw the top of my white bucket in the boat!Ahhh shit!!! This was gunna be wrong in ten types of ways.Overwhelmed by the foulness I set about hatching a cunning plan.I dug a hole.... A very big deep hole that Im proud of. Man I love a good hole in the ground. But this was a purpose dug disposal hole.I went to the bucket with my t-shirt over my nose... That first movement lifting the bucket seemed to release the heart of the stench and it assailed my senses in a really physical way.Im no pussy right, never gag at bad scenes or smells or people hurling, but the walk from my boat to the hole with the bucket really tested my gag reflex.Next was to remove the pilchard from the plastic bag (big kilo+ block) and into the hole with minimum fuss.DONE in one movement.... Then it happened... Wave after wave of sweet sweet acrid, ghoulish, unholy funk hit me.... Each wave stronger than the last... And the sight was of grey slimey, semi broiled barely recognisable big pillies.... And cent-r-meter long 3mm thick highly mobile maggots.I gagged, gained control and then lost it and fully wretched. Then screamed at the dogs to STAYAWAYFORJESUSCHRISTSAKESDOGSDONTGONEAR!My neighbor freaked out at the wrenching and the stench and the yelling and called my Mrs.MRS answered her mobile and laughed... "he is just a :c idiot, dont worry, he just left his bait in the boat since Saturday "Back to the mission and I legged it to the shed, caught my breath, settled my churning guts and grabbed my respirator!It was dusk by now and I strode across the backyard breathing through the filters like Darth Vader... The kids were perched at the window staring in amazement as their Vader-like father in boxers, crocks and spew stained t shirt filled in this unholy grave mess with dirt!The bags were bleached and triple wrapped in garbage bags and now sit odorlessly in the bin.The bucket was bleached and is now standing, full of dirt in the far corner if the yard next to the compost bin.It stands there now as a reminder to any of you lazy fishos out there to never, never ever leave yer bait in the boat!(not one word of exaggeration above) :laugh: :silly: Stay safe fello fishers.... Stay safe

Thats a funny read bloke, made my night. Now Jimbo, whats this about tuna + epic, do write it up!!

that there is karma for stirring shit bout me on facebook the other night

:c funnyI think at some time as a fisho we have all had a similar experience but you detailed it so well lol

The Mrs suspected a dead mouse on Monday :ohmy:Tuesday she decided the garbage bins were on the nose.Wednesday she told me to check the carport for a dead possum or Rat.Pfft whatever, I'll get around to it.Home from work after Thursdays heat and the stench had escalated to life threatening proportions!!! CODE RED the back of the house was in lockdown.Mrs went to the shops and I got off my ass to see what the fuss was about ;)Into the carport and a shot of adrenalin went through me as I saw the top of my white bucket in the boat!Ahhh shit!!! This was gunna be wrong in ten types of ways.Overwhelmed by the foulness I set about hatching a cunning plan.I dug a hole.... A very big deep hole that Im proud of. Man I love a good hole in the ground. But this was a purpose dug disposal hole.I went to the bucket with my t-shirt over my nose... That first movement lifting the bucket seemed to release the heart of the stench and it assailed my senses in a really physical way.Im no pussy right, never gag at bad scenes or smells or people hurling, but the walk from my boat to the hole with the bucket really tested my gag reflex.Next was to remove the pilchard from the plastic bag (big kilo+ block) and into the hole with minimum fuss.DONE in one movement.... Then it happened... Wave after wave of sweet sweet acrid, ghoulish, unholy funk hit me.... Each wave stronger than the last... And the sight was of grey slimey, semi broiled barely recognisable big pillies.... And cent-r-meter long 3mm thick highly mobile maggots.I gagged, gained control and then lost it and fully wretched. Then screamed at the dogs to STAYAWAYFORJESUSCHRISTSAKESDOGSDONTGONEAR!My neighbor freaked out at the wrenching and the stench and the yelling and called my Mrs.MRS answered her mobile and laughed... "he is just a :c idiot, dont worry, he just left his bait in the boat since Saturday "Back to the mission and I legged it to the shed, caught my breath, settled my churning guts and grabbed my respirator!It was dusk by now and I strode across the backyard breathing through the filters like Darth Vader... The kids were perched at the window staring in amazement as their Vader-like father in boxers, crocks and spew stained t shirt filled in this unholy grave mess with dirt!The bags were bleached and triple wrapped in garbage bags and now sit odorlessly in the bin.The bucket was bleached and is now standing, full of dirt in the far corner if the yard next to the compost bin.It stands there now as a reminder to any of you lazy fishos out there to never, never ever leave yer bait in the boat!(not one word of exaggeration above) :laugh: :silly: Stay safe fello fishers.... Stay safe