I’d been wanting to venture north of Napier for some time. Reports from those who lived up that way, and those who had made the effort to travel from here were good. There were snapper to be had, and that’s what was behind my own effort to shrug off the taste of Kahawai.
Not that there’s anything wrong with Kahawai, but the only fish we’ve eaten in the last few months has been Kahawai and we were keen to get something else.
So we loaded up the van for an overnighter and headed north. The weather forecast wasn’t all that good to be honest, but we didn’t want to stay home and do nothing for the weekend.
Driving past Whirinaki beach the sea looked fair, a bit of a swell but clean, we assumed it would be much the same further up the coast.
We stopped in at Lake Tutira and took some photos before heading north again.
Filling up with gas again at Wairoa I bumped into a local fishing guru who informed us that the sea was huge and we would be best to carry on to the other side of Mahia Peninsular where it would be protected from the swells.
We took that advice and headed north again.
The sea at Whakaki was indeed rough with 3m swells and filthy brown water. We arrived at snapper rock on the sheltered side of the peninsular early afternoon to see deep, clean blue water and lovely exposed rock platforms to fish from.
We dumped a bag of burley into the tide (mostly crayfish bodies and frozen fish frames etc) and cast our baits over the foul into the deep blue.
Weather forecast was for up to 15knots of wind but I’d guess we were getting a solid 30knots. You know when it takes 120m of line to cast 60m you have a bit of a side wind!!
The wind was bitterly cold and we were rugged up with jackets and beanies. Sporadic rain squalls passed through in between bursts of sunshine which wouldn’t have been so bad if the fishing was good. The fishing was dead, no bites, nothing. After about two hours and trying numerous different baits, Michelle hooked and landed a nice scrappy Kahawai. From then on until 10pm there was nothing biting.
At 10pm the wind had all but stopped so we packed up the van and headed back to Whakaki to camp up for the night.
Shining the spotlights at the surf revealed what we could hear, huge pounding seas and muddy water.
We slept until 4am and I crawled out of the van to check the sea. It was still heavy and dirty but nowhere near as bad as the night before. I hadn’t come this far to give up, so baits were in the water and coffee brewing before sunrise.
By 9.30am we had all but exhausted our supply of bait and the chillybin still only held yesterdays lone Kahawai.
Ahh well, thats the way it goes sometimes. 🙂
Time to head home.
We stopped at Waihua on the way home just to have a look and take some photos.