13.5kg grass carp.
Shot in 0.5 metres viz, in a random river on a random side road in the middle of the Waikato. I could see its back out of the water and shot at it, I was expecting a little black koi of about a kilo to keel over and die so I was a bit surprised when this fella jumped out of the water like a dolphin, with my spear lodged half way down its body.
2.4kg wild goldfish.
Shot it in the Chelsea sugar ponds.... Horrible place to dive.
Big Johnnie.
Got him at the Chicks. Saw it when I went down to free the anchor, surfaced, called for a gun, got one, went down and snotted it.
Not a big boarie (4kg) I just really like the photo.
Dumb as dog ****.
2 of 4 from Barrier with LJ and Crabbo.
Clean missed a monster and a couple of minutes later knocked a few scales off another.
A couple of minutes after that I shot the bigger of the two fish in the pic, which still didn't cheer me up.
I knew how to snoop before this tri but it was the first day that snooping and Herby really got along and everything clicked properly. It helped that the day was as fishy as buggary because I could afford to make mistakes and learn from them because I knew that there would be another fish over the next ledge. I think everyone new to snooping needs one of these types of days to learn. LJ got 5 that day I think?
It was one of those days that you probably could have got your limit if you were so inclined.
You can see a trunked kingy carcass on the ground to the left too. I shot it because it had a big gaping wound on its gill plate and I thought someone in our group had shot and lost it (we were all spread out over a large reef system) but it turned out to be an old would that was healing. The tough bugger had a patch of exposed gills!
*On a side note - we stopped off at some reef on the way home and Vicky Crabtree stoned a kingy. I was the only one with a camera on board so took the glory shots of her and emailed them to her a few days later. Fast forward a year or two and I am sightseeing in Europe, of course I drag the girlfriend into every dive shop I could find. In one of these dive shops in Paris (near the Notre Dam) I went to the counter to pay for a wetsuit and lo and behold there is an Immersion poster with the photo of Vicky I'd taken!*
3.5kg Blue cod.
Another fish which is dumb as dog ****. It kept hanging around when we were paua diving so I smashed it.
19.5pounds....
Location: Mokes
About lunch time after snooping for almost nil result and the day seeming to be one of those somewhat fishless days we all dread we decided to get a few pinkies. We anchored in the lee of an island which had vertical walls on the ocean side where we’d got pinkies before.
The plan was to all go our separate ways to snoop the shallow areas, then meet up on the wall to do the deeper dives together.
My piece of ‘snooping’ country turned out to be ‘unsnoopable’ – no cover, no weed, just a barren slope with two grumpy looking Scorps and a school of small squid.
Because of the crap area, I just swam straight round the island to the pinky wall. As I got near the wall, there was a 20 metre wide 20 metre deep crevasse, I peered over the ledge and a nice snapper was just cruising along, which I nailed with a semi-long shot from the surface.
That was a good start, maybe there are fish here after all?
There was still no sign of the others, which was a bit gutting, because the bottom out from the wall is twenty five metres or more in some places and I wasn’t going to do that alone. I decided to just swim along right up against the wall and see what I could see.
After going about 30 metres there was a small dent in the wall, in which I saw a few baby snapper milling about. I slunk down the wall, right in the weeds and looked over a small ledge about ten metres down. There was a school of about fifty little babies, with a few of 2-4kg sprinkled in amongst them all out in open water.
I retreated to the surface, breathed up, and dived again, using the same route and perching on the same ledge. This time there was a snapper of about 5kg hanging just out of range in the open.
Another retreat. Another breath up. Another dive onto the same ledge.
Looking down from my ledge there were a lot more snapper there than before, but they were all less than 4kg, and I wanted the fiver I’d just seen. After a while I noticed movement above me, bugger me if there wasn’t a pair of good sized snapper doing synchronised swimming. They pissed about doing circles and what-not with each other (spawning?) until finally the bigger of the two put himself side on and in range so I let rip with a head shot with my new 120. I didn’t know if the shot had gone right through (I don’t think my 110 wouldn’t have even touched it), so I let the whole rig go, hoping it would hole up. Well, it didn’t, and I ended up playing it like a kingfish in open water.
I was soooooooooooo gentle with it, not putting much pressure on it at all, because I still didn’t know if the spear had done its thing properly.
Anyway, as I got it up nearer the surface, I saw a long dark shape swimming towards my fish. I first thought I was going to lose it to a shark, but no, it turned out to be Adam (Rusky) who put a second shot into it. Sweet as! I hauled it in and saw that the spear had gone right through its cheeks, just below the eyes, and was in no danger of tearing out. It was secured without any dramas.
My first 'Puk! Just a wee guy at 6kg, but a puk is a puk.
We had dived all day for no result and we were slowly making our way back to the ramp and diving various spots on the way. We were on the last stop before hometime diving a kay or two from town in bugger all viz. I happened to dive right on the upcurrent edge of a small reef and lay there watching all the blue moki milling about. All of a sudden a puk shot in from the side, did a U-turn and began to bolt off in the direction from which it came. I took a quick snap shot which somehow connected with its head which hurt it badly and it was dead by the time I had it to the surface. Couldn't have been happier!
Earlier in the day we had been diving a pretty grim spot and I wasn't having much fun, then one of the boys comes up from a dive raving about the size of the tarakihi down there. I thought 'right, thats it, I'm gonna go down there and smash one then jump in the boat 'til we move spots'. So I did just that.
The tarakihi was a shade over 2kg.
First trumpeter 3+kg
We were dropped into shark infested waters at a virtually un-dived place called Boundry Rock. Boundry rock rises vertically from 30ish metres and breaks the surface. We would go down the side and lay on a small ledge at about 17 metres and peer over in to the scary depths below. There were fish schooling all through the water column, and amongst the blue moki and tarakihi schooling mid-water were a bunch of these guys. MJL and I both stoned one each, we then moved a bit inshore and HAND FED HAPUKU!!
Puk from a 10 metre deep weedline at a place called Natikitik.
Lining up a 3.5kg cray.
Got it in the end, and it worked my hands over big time and actually bit me, I aint sh ittin ya, it pulled my thumb to its mouth and BIT me!
Day 1 on the Gurnies.
We'd heard of the gurnard swarms that idiot stickers were getting in to fairly close to home, so decided to have a crack at them with a spear.
Plan A. was to simply swim around over the sand flats which didnt produce any (just a turbot! (see below))
After a bit of a re-think a Plan B was formulated.
Plan B. was to set burlies at various depths and shoot them from that.
After an hour of Plan B being about as productive as Plan A we were close to packing it in. I dived (think we decided it was our last dive of the day) and finally saw one of the little guys crawling along. I blasted it and hit the surface with a big grin and renewed enthusiasm so we stayed a bit longer and ended up with nine, which we were stoked about as it was our first proper bash at them.
Went out to Barrier mid-winter with a 5-10 knot variable forecast which should have been a 20 knot forecast anyway we found a sheltered bit of coast and I was first in. LAME- I couldn't see my fin tips!
I swam in to shore and it opened up a wee bit to 4 metres. Ewwww. I swam for about an hour and had only seen 2 snapper, one of 500g-1kg (hard to tell in the viz) and another that was a smaller version of the first. LAME. Eventually I came to a patch of rock with a bit of wash on it and covered in mussels. No sooner had I mentally noted the betterness of this bit of coast compared to the rest, I spooked a ~5kg snapper. LAME.
It was now time to up my game, so I snooped harder, and concentrated more, than I had done so far, because of the renewed enthusiasm of actually seeing a worthwhile fish.
About 2 minutes after spooking the 5kg, I approached a sharp bend in the rocks. I was on the surface right up against the waterline looking down through the muddy water for non-existant snapper in the gut. There were, as expected, none in the gut. LAME. A bit of movement to my left caught my eye, a nice snapper was cruising along the coast about half a metre below the surface, much like parore do. Thinking back, I would have been in plain view but I hardly moved a muscle, relying on camo+poor viz+staying still and just lined it up and shot it through the gill plate and out the opposite pectoral fin. NOT LAME!! It went spastic, thrashing around on the surface, jumping clear of the water twice, landing on the rocks, generally flipping out. I swam it out to deeper water and played it for a few seconds then brought it in and gave it the iki. Booya!
Later on in the day Tiras got a couple of snapper (and a napolean) to 3kg, we built a nice burley but no good ones came in, I got a johnnie on my first drop on a weedline which felt like a squillion metres deep in the lame viz, and didn't see another fish worth shooting all day. We got a couple of crays, then called it a day.
Snapper went 9.24kg - My first 20! Stoked
The most horrid thing ever. The koi that swallowed the world.
First Boarie and a trev, 'Lil B. Not much to say on these two, saw them both from the surface, swam down and boom! The boarie was from the weedline running N/S, on the west of the Island, and the trev was from a school of 5-6-7 on the southern weedline. My trev was the smallest in the group by a long way, but was the only one that offered a shot which I took as it was departing (which is why the shot is down near its tail ) There were a couple in the school that looked to be over 10kg. I really wanted one of them, but pretty stoked with this one.
The greatest photo in the world??
Yellow emperor. By all accounts a
very tricky fish in Tonga ( even our guide Ben hadn't managed to spear one before
), but I think I just got lucky and found one that hadn't read the script.
Speared him from above as it was entering a cave, got it in the tail
.
Dourade tropicale. Absolute bas-tards of things. You see heaps, but somehow they evade capture almost every time. Stoked with this- my first (and so far, my only) one...well actually, I've shot a few bubbas, but none that really count.
63.3kg Napolean wrasse (Wally). First minute of the first dive of the day, on the first day of a week long trip. Boom.
First proper decent goldie, I've shot half a dozen wee ones, but this one is my best.
So far that kingy is the only one I've shot that has pulled my float under.