Our Channel is More then Fishing. Its about Friendship & Having a Great Time on the Water .. Catching fish is just A Bouns. Having fun is More important :
Just after 3.30 am on a very cold late June morning. Brett intended to bring his young son along so he quietly sneaked into his room and whisked him away from his slumber to awaiting child seat in a cold vehicle that had him swiftly turned into a wide eyed possum starring into spotlights. We were ready for departure to Lake Eildon some 150 km away. We had travelled about an hour with the boat in tow from Melbourne, the car temp sensor reading minus 1 degrees Celsius. Suddenly through the hills just before Eildon we spotted a couple Samba Dear to our delight and amazement.We finally arrived at Lake Eildon in the black of night in amongst the forest with only a few lights on and a flashing white light from a houseboat reflecting off the lake telling us that we were near the water. We jumped out of the car and started prepping the boat for launch, gee it was cold but that didn’t faze Brett as he was in his shorts as always rain hail or shine summer or winter he lives with them always on, I scratch my head in disbelief as i had my long Johns and jeans two jumpers a jacket and a coat and could still feel the cold. He did have a coat jacket though.The Sun’s first light was breaking through the hills as we slid the boat in and we could now make sense of our surroundings, the hills ringed half way up with low level cloud and the lake had a misty fog rising from it which made for an eerie feel and a groovy sight.Surveying the area at Jerusalem Creek where the houseboats are and where we would be staying on a boatel where we could birth the boat to it, but that was for later as check in was at around 2pm. Instead there was fishing to be had lots of it.We sped out to Big river where the fish were said to be on the go so we rigged 4 rods with trolling lures 2 of the Tassie devils type and 1 with a Gold bomber and the last with a bibbed trout imitation shallow diver.We worked the tree line edges of the banks for hours we seen plenty fish breaking the surface and some breaching it with jumps but none taking the lures we changed colours of the Tassie Devils but still to no avail.As we traversed up the Big river we came around a bend to see a lone boater working large lures along a rock wall our timing couldn’t have been better as he hooked up in front of us fighting what seemed to be a large fish, by the time he landed it we had travelled away from him but I managed to glimpse what seemed a large paddle tail and a conclusion that it probably was a Murray cod lucky bloke. It brought some excitement and new hope to our foray in landing a fish although we weren’t targeting Cod.Some nice trout would do us just fine, a half hour had passed when one of the rods went off after trolling for nearly 2 hours it was a small Rainbow trout which wasn’t worth filming or keeping so back it went another 3 were caught but again too small so all were released unharmed, after 3 and half to 4 hours of trolling it was time for lunch.We found a landing to a camp ground on a hill where we beached the boat and trekked up the hill to the site where a rota loo had been installed and a couple fire pits placed in ground to boil a billy or cook up a storm if required.We though had a portable gas stove and had some snaggs to cook on it. The view of the area up on the hill with the Sun now shining and blue skies all-around looking down to the lake was awe inspiring.Brett perked up and said he would like to camp up there but after that cold morning I was more reluctant and erred on more warmer months maybe or the boatel again for me. With lunch over it was time to troll our way back to the boatelto check in, no more fish took our lures on the way back so we reeled them in to make haste on time to check in.We passed the lone boater still working the same rock wall where we had seen him bring up the probable Cod maybe it was paying dividends for him and was a prime spot for them.As we turned another corner we seen 2 guys in a tinny rowing I thought that’s strange as they had there rods sticking out and looked as though they were trolling but on further examination and with consultation with Brett we realised there was something wrong so we steered closer to them and asked if all was well, to them replying they had run out of fuel and the time was around 2pm and for them to have rowed back to Jerusalem Creek we estimated it probably would be sometime after 12 -1am before they got backfrom where they were so we offered them a tow in for which they were grateful. We got in some half an hour later and with just a thanks and no reward they asked for release some 100 meters from shore and would row the rest of the way in, they got to their car loaded the tinny on their trailer and were of like a shot. Brett and I looked at each other and laughed as we had birthed to the boatel and were onlookers to their happenings, for us it was time to relax and refresh. We unloaded our gear for the overnight stay, Brett wanted to do some more fishing as he had nothing on film for the video so he took his son out again and worked the side opposite to the boatel were there was no traffic of boats. After another hour he returned without success and called it a night we baited some rods and cast them from the balcony of the boatel for a night session with bells on the rods to inform us of any bite whilst we had dinner and watched Tv. Next morning we got up 6.30am and nothing had taken our baits so we grabbed the rods got in the boat and returned to the same area to make amends for yesterday, we only had a few hours to work with as check out was 10 am and we had to return to Melbourne. We trolled the same Big River section of lake Eildon but this time the opposite side banks, we hadn’t trolled long before we got a strike on a Tassie devil lure bringing in a nice Brown trout very silvery in colour and those spots on its sides a beautiful looking specimen. Soon after we had another strike on this occasion it took the gold bomber lure and again a Brown trout this one was larger Brett did say that the gold bomber would catch the bigger fish and this just proved that. We did catch another 2 more fish of the rainbow type but they too like the day previous were of very small size unworthy of filming so they were released immediately our session and our sojourn to Lake Eildon had come to an end as we had to return to our boatel to pack up and return the keys. All in all it was a memorable couple days were we caught fish and took a couple of fish for a feed too. The beautiful scenic trip through the hills back to Melbourne awaited us.
Written By Kenny