On the right day, it is hard to imagine anywhere better than sitting along side the Sisters, part way to Cape Brett, heavy burley trail, and fish as far as the eye can see. Sea, flat still, sun bright. Mao Mao, huge numbers blue and a few pink, big Kahawai, Kingis menacing underneath, snapper swirling in and out of the burley, big snapper glimpsed deeper, making occasional runs to grab morsels, trevs, small in close increasing to the school of big trevs at back, just out of fly cast range, along with the school of Albacore. Then total scatter as a six foot Mako drifts lazilly through the trail ... 'I'm boss' ... it states, underscored in every graceful, fluid and deadly move.
Fishing light, world records the goal. Odds in favor of fish, the adrenalin rush as the target Kingi nervously surges in and grabs another chunk.
Edgy excitement, as flies adjusted to match the burley ... 'there, there, coming in close, the big rat kingi, chasing the piper chunks' ... this is sight fishing surpreme ... hope in every cast. This time, if only I can get it past the Kahawai... a dark shape swirls to the left ... 'oh, piss off Mako' ...
The rat Kingi, reckoned at around 7 kilogram, world record on 3 kg tippet, eyes the piper imitation, then glides away. Another chunk, it swirls back in and snaps it up, again eyes up the imitation sitting just six feet down, and glides away... 'he knows its not real, its too clear'.
In goes imitation, it settles to eight then fifteen feet, followed by three, four, five chunks ...'he will be fed soon at this rate' ... two chunks drift down by the imitation, now only just visible, the line goes taunt, and reel sings as the Kingi drives for the bottom. No stopping him, not with 3kg, he has his head, the skipper rushes to get up anchor and begin slow move to deeper water. Another sudden rush of line, gone.
Reel in to start again ... damn ... but that is why they are world records.
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