After setting up my basic camp for the next two nights i was keen to explore the headland and set off for some bushwalking to find a suitable ledge. As i watched the Larc disappear in the distance, i took in the beauty and the feeling of isolation for a few minutes.
After spinning with lures and poppers with no result, i returned to camp and settled in for the night, wondering what the next day might bring.
Getting to the ledge on daybreak the next morning i was full of anticipation and not long after i started spinning i saw some small tuna leaping out of the water, which continued a few times over the next hour. So i packed up and moved further to left where i saw the fish. The tuna moved further out and eventually things looked quiet by mid morning and my back and shoulders where aching from constant spinning and popping so i had a break for lunch before getting stuck back into it.
By around 2pm i was working a Rapala lure back towards me, when around 10 meters from my feet i saw 3 Trevally chasing after the lure and my heart nearly stopped. I cranked the lure for the final few meters when one of the fish launched and grabbed the lure right in front of me. A short, brutal run followed before turning sharp right close to the rocks. Backing off slightly he ran deeper and out further but not happy when i stacked the drag back on. Over the next 10 minutes or so i managed to keep him away from the reef to my left and eventually managed to gaff him and lift him out of the water.
After some major shouting to myself, i took a few pics and just when i thought the day couldn't get any better, a boat motored past and i managed to wave him down to take the fish off my hands.
Once i got back to camp, i had some celebrations with my new friend Mr. Watson.