Not to be outdone by Five Prongs, I headed south last night and braved the wind. Wind was a steady 5-10 mph at the boat ramp and increased to around 15 mph later on in the night. The water was stained, the wind was rough, and to top it off the fish were not just buried up... they were using shovels to dig holes and climbing in. :doh Despite all of the above, I gigged the 9th fish 3 minutes before midnight, looked for number 10 for an hour, finally said "a limit is overrated" and came home. All in all, I had a blast. I'll take a mess of flatties as an early christmas present any time!!:letsdrink
