Marlin Fishing in Australia with Australian Marlin Charters
Marlin Fishing in Australia with Australian Marlin Charters
Marlin Fishing in Australia with Australian Marlin Charters
Marlin Fishing in Australia with Australian Marlin Charters
Marlin Fishing in Australia with Australian Marlin Charters
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Diamonds scattered out to sea; the Sun keeps laughing down at me. The lyicks of Aussie muso Richard Clapton's song Capricorn dancer were having real meaning on this perfect March day, as we headed for the Continental Shelf on the last day of our NSW season

Dean Butler and client Matty Cust, had obviously decided to crank up the tunes, as we headed for our destination, the canyons on the 500-fathom line wide off Port Stephen's. The speakers on the bridge were my only company as Viking was trying to catch that great ball of fire.

Time alone on the bridge on such a perfect morning, great music in the background, heading out to fish for Blue Marlin, with the realization that I had just turned 45, got the gray matter reflecting on my life. It had been a great season for us in our southern destination, with 2 World Record claims and some other great fishing, a belief that I might have reached a pinnacle in my career. It's amazing how well you remember your youth, especially before you got introduced to bundy rum. I started thinking about the first day I experienced marlin fishing, doesn't seem that long ago I was about 11 years old. I was sitting on the hardtop of a 26ft Caporn clinker plywood cruiser, with mates Robert and Peter Green, their dad Bill owned Starfish, my dad was crew along with John Tyler and Bill Lannie. We were 4 miles off Whale Beach headland (just North of Sydney) trolling 2 swimming de-boned Mullet, off timber outriggers, holding the 12lb and 20lb line at the set distance. I remember being totally amazed at how life like the mullet looked. Bill Green was a legend in his time, consistently winning all the major trophies in his club, The Broken Bay Game Fishing Club. His two boys Robert and Peter, also had outstanding captures to their name, both having 10 to 1 and Robert having 15 to 1 certificates, not bad for boys 11 and 9. I was impressed to say the least. Dad and I were the newcomers being taught the ropes.

The water was that blue that it was more like purple. The crew below were very busy, rigging more mullet, testing them to see if they looked natural and then putting them on ice. Every hour the mullet were changed, so the baits remained fresh. Bill Green had a exercise book with drawings of the landscape, he was regularly moving to the back of the boat, looking towards land, comparing the drawings in the book. I had no idea at the time what he was doing. I remember that the day was starting to bore me. No marlin, the interest of watching the mullet baits had long passed, so as all 11 year old boys do, when being mesmerized by the ocean, I fell asleep. Of course that’s when it happened, I awoke to see the 12lb game rod with a big bend in it, the Ocean City reel with ratchet still on making a incredible amount of noise, and the adults moving quickly clearing away equipment. We were hooked up to a marlin. I was told by my dad to keep out of the way, so I found a spot in the corner on the opposite side to Bill Green. Bill was now spinning the steering wheel from side to side, and with the throttle controlling the big Chevy V8, had Starfish in hot pursuit in the direction the line was running. John Tyler, the angler, told Bill he was losing a lot of line, Bill responded by pushing the throttle even further down. The big V8 let out an amazing sound, the boat was vibrating, water coming over the back, this was the most exciting situation at that age, I had ever experienced. I started wondering, "was Sex going to be as good as this". The marlin had jumped but I missed it. I so much wanted to see my first marlin. Hours passed by like minutes, than it happened, within 30 feet of the boat it came leaping out, what a site, I am sure I went to shock to sea something so big it was awesome. Another hour passed and we had the leader, the gaffs found their mark, but the fish with still plenty of energy gave the adults a hard time. Finally we had our marlin in the boat; to say I was blown away would be an understatement. Bill Green said it looked like it would be better than a 10 to 1. He was right

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