Could it happen again. Surely not?
I had been fishing for six hours, with a couple of schoolies to show for my efforts, when it was time to pack up. Again, I had maybe ten minutes at most before I had to leave before my parking ran out, when I received a knock... I pulled up along the foreshore and paid for my ticket before making the walk to my spot. I had booked the day off in advance due to a combination of tides and weather. Well, at least the tides hadn't changed. The hoped for stormy south-westerlies had been replaced by a benign offshore breeze and blazing hot sun. I was so glad I brought sunblock with me. Contrary to popular belief, I don't mind these conditions at the right time of year, so out went the first cast, three and a half hours before high tide. The usual setup, a large mackerel head and a gentle underarm plop. I sat back with the rod held and started to let the conditions slowly take over. It was warm, in fact, it became incredibly warm, and if I hadn't been prepared, I would have been bu...
