My
partner and I had promised to take a friend to Kakadu for a few nights,
including a trip to the wonderful Injalak rock-art site overlooking Gunbalanya
in Arnhem Land. Luckily for me, this meant staying a night near
Ubir. As my girlfriend and friend scampered up the escarpment at Ubir to
watch the magnificent sunset, I was glady dumped by the East Alligator River.
The
tide was on the rise, and already turgid, salty water surged upstream across
the famous barrage.
Unfortunately,
having had too many coffees for the drive, the excitement was too much for me,
especially seeing a fish landed - just under legal length - upon my arrival.
As
is often the case, the small stretch of barrage not under water, from whence
anglers cast upstream, was shoulder to shoulder with travelers casting their
paddle-tailed shads on wire traces.
I
took to navigating the downstream rocks, where I'd often pulled a few fish
casting back towards the barrage using Megabass X-Layer stickbaits. But
after all that coffee, and finally getting to have a 'proper' fish for the
first time in a few weeks, my concentration was shattered into bubbles and froth.
Every several casts I changed lures, irrespective of whether I had received
strikes or not.
This
habit of mine is not always detrimental: usually I will count 10 or so casts
with a lure, and if no strikes are forthcoming, I'll try a different pattern and
tactic. But when, first cast, a 70cm bucket-mouthed barra bursts through
the surface at your first-cast popper, it may be prudent not to change lures
next cast, but persist with the technique. Despite the noise of the
current, several upstream anglers heard the loud BOOF of this popper-hungry
fish, turning to see me shaking my head in exasperation.
Eventually
the pristine natural environment had its right effect and I calmed down and
attended to the task of catching fish. Which got me thinking about
fishing and chance.
How
can one tell whether the fish one is catching are due to an angler's skill
urging the odds in one's favour, or whether a hooked fish is utterly a chance
event?
To
be honest, even though I know of people who certainly target big barramundi
and, with their accumulated skill and experience, actually do catch their
target, in my general experience most big barra I see anglers catch in the
land-based location I fish seem to me great gifts of chance.
The
task of angling technique and nous is to badger chance into one's favour.
Which means the angler who has in part bent chance his or her way must catch
fish when fish are not being caught, and when fish are being caught he or she
must catch more than other anglers. Is this not what tournament fishing
success finally measures: not the odd success here and there, but regularly
catching fish in various conditions and diverse environments?
It
would be a lie to state that caught fish are not inscribed into the personality
of the angler as an aspect of their skill and expertise, and the bigger, well,
the better - the currency of catching big fish, and the bad habit of dismissing
small fish, too often is given over to a kind of machismo, much like that
particularly male fascination with penis size (by which I mean that study after
study has shown that men are more obsessed with some kind of correlation
between penis length, fecundity and masculinity than are women, the latter of
whom studies show care more about how the male tool is used). Don't get
me wrong: big fish are awesome fun to catch, and each time I go fishing I hope
to land a big, shimmering fish! Every angler dreams of 'the big
one'. But as we all know, fishing is more than just a photo and a
brag. It is about where it takes us, and how it makes us specifically
concentrate on shining splinters of nature in that strangely beautiful, watery
world wherein these creatures live. On top of this, every fish is a
bonus. Even if nothing is caught, a day spent casting lures into a forested
stream is unarguably better than any day at work!
If
we anglers admit that our art is largely a matter of chance, and that angler
skill is a means of asking chance's favour in regular bursts, the conflation of
big fish with a man's ego can be seen in a different, perhaps even mystical
light: as a gift one has worked at rather than a correlation in the world
between a wild fish and the purported breadth of one's masculinity. I
can't here help but think about the gigantic, albeit exhausted smile on Steve
Starling's face when chance brought to his undeniable angling and fish-playing
skill that huge Queenfish last year. Starlo just loves catching fish,
large and small, and that smile of his is the greatest recognition of the gift
to experience each fish is.
Back
to Cahill's Crossing, and the bending of chance: it wasn't long before
the crowd of upstream anglers, with no more fish forthcoming, left.
Feeling more capable of attentive concentration, I decided to take the now open
space and try the technique that had recently been serving me well at Shady
Camp. 70mm to 85mm minnow style hardbodies with only a single hook facing
upward on the rear, rolled against the current. It was not long before I
received a hit. Then a few casts later, a little barra of about 50 cm was
leaping clear of the water with my megabass X-70 in its corner mouth.
A
few casts after and, despite using single hooks, the lure snagged. The
rocks around the Cahill's barrage seem as sharp as oystered rocks, and it is
the place I most lose lures. If it weren't for the crocs. I'd be
snorkelling there for all I've lost. Using single hooks instead of
trebles definitely aids the snagless cause. Yet that X-70, which had
reaped me at least 30 fish from the Shady Camp barrage this year, now rests in
the East Alligator.
As
a replacement I attached my 35lb snap to a beautiful Smith Cherryblood I'd
bought in Japan. This lure had already landed me one nice barra from a
land-based position in Darwin Harbour, but it also contained a nostalgia for
Japan, so I hadn't tied it on often for fear of losing it.
When
fishing downstream, I had tried many different sized lures in order to discern
what the barra may be feeding upon. I couldn't see any baitfish in the
water to 'match the hatch', so trial and error combined with experience led me
to use what may be called, for barra at least, 'common denominator' lures:
lures that matched the average size of mullet I see up North in many
places. Barra, like most predators, wish to expend the least amount of
energy for the most food, so will eat what is most available and available in
the easiest way. This is why the idiots whom I have seen wading in places
like the Mary River - which has this country's highest concentration of
saltwater crocodiles - do not regularly get eaten: there are more fish that,
surprisingly, require less effort than stalking a drunk human. It is a
common myth that big barra pursue only big mullet. It is true in come
circumstances, but, in short, larger baitfish swim faster and have survived
longer. This means that a) they are more aware and afraid of predators
and b) their speed means that that a predator needs to swim faster to catch
them. Barra are lazy fish that like to feed by stealth, gliding calmly up
beneath baitfish before boofing them, or ambushing bait from a hide.
These days, I rarely take any Bomber sized lures with me on my freshwater
angling adventures.
The
Smith Cherrybloods cast remarkably far, have a great action and are realistic
with artful design and finish: they really look like fish. After a few
casts, I was soon attached to a better fish that measured just on 68cm.
Several casts later, after a solid fight of around ten minutes with only a
little head-shaking and tail-walking, I set the fish grips across the lips of a
weighty 76cm barramundi. Two casts later and the hook of the Cherryblood
was set on an even larger fish. After a few fighting minutes, my 16lb
Varivas Seabass PE horribly grated against a submerged rock. The line
fell limp. 15 minutes later I witnessed a fish, estimated between 80cm -
90cm, leap several times across the river in an attempt to throw the
still-attached little Cheeryblood from its cavernous mouth. I was in
control of the fish the entire time before the line frayed. I was using
20lb Toray Solaroam fluorocarbon for my leader material, and had only minimal
abrasion with the fish I landed. This proves that using quality fluoro
makes a difference, allowing an angler to get away with thinner leaders with
confidence.
I
lost one other fish to my PE cutting, likely to the same rock, that felt to be
around 70cm. All this action occured in a frame of 45 minutes, and I was
still getting hits on the Megabass Trick Darter I tied on next when my arriving
girlfriend gave me the move-on order.
I
was using a 2500S High Gear Stella (JDM) matched to a 5 -12lb Shimano World
Shaula - Shimano Japan's top of the line two piece rod (2751R-2). Having
recently been playing around with my new Megabass Kirisame on smaller fish,
with a few pelagics thrown in, the superior blank quality of the Shimano rod
was quite evident - the smallest tap was felt as with the excellent Kirisame
blank, but there was more of a subtle feel with that hum one gets from a Loomis
GLX blank combined with Megabass' crisp sensitivity. I would not consider
this combo a particularly light barra set-up compared to some of my other
combos, but after fighting a few larger fish with ease, I am confident this
combo could readily tackle meter plus barra. Shimano's World Shaula
series are certainly built for battling big sportsfish - the 2751R-2 was
designed in part for targeting Bonefish with light lures. I've already
hooked a few tough Mahseer on the same combo in Thailand. If you have the
funds - or fanatical fishing idiocy for high-end Japanese gear you can't quite
afford but buy nonetheless - this rod is absolute perfection for all land-based
barramundi fishing with lures. It casts unweighted plastics accurately,
whilst not feeling under-gunned with a Megabass Vision 110 on the end of the
leader.