This was more fun than top shelf scotch in first class with a bevy of cheerleaders, but we still didn’t have any reds. Greg furrowed his brow and ran his finger over the GPS and pointed to one particular mark. He reckoned it was the one, so off we headed! What followed was mayhem, pure […]
Big nannygai and spangled emperor were coming up one after another and the swell was dropping out to nothing at all. It was amazing and by just after lunchtime we’d well and truly sated our need for fish to take home.
Greg made the call we’d always talked about.