Mid Grunter mission Henkie looked at me and said, “how about some bonnies tomorrow?”. Huh? Where? Mossel Bay was where it was at. The bay is absolute glass when it wants to be, and it was this day. The fish? Crazy. So keen they were to eat that reversing into the shoals didn’t even spook them for a second. We lost count. 5 weights and sinking lines. About as much fun as you can have without rum.
The ocean was alive and we had shots at Leerfish well over 20kg. Large hammerheads were around and every now and then something the size of a school bus halved the shoal. The man in the grey suit. What a sight. What a day.