“The water looks really dirty.”
“It’ll get better the further we go out.”
“I don’t think we should use burley today.”
20 minutes later.. “The water is still dirty.”
“Someone put a mask on and see how much visibility there is.”
“Wow it’s dirty.”
“We’re not getting in there, it’s way too dirty.”
“There’s only about one meter of visibility.”
“Look, there are guys over there spearing. Looks like they’ve caught some dollies.”
“They’re crazy man.”
“LOOK, there’s the school over there!!!”
“Quick, drive the boat over that way!”
“I’M GETTING IN!!”
“Errrrrrr, I’ll drive the boat.”
“Errrr, I’ll have a cigarette and see how you guys go.”
“Ryan, make sure you’re wearing a shark shield.”
“Oh they’re just there quick quick quick.”
“THROW the burley in!!!!”
And that’s when I realised that when it comes to spearfishing, if the fish you want are there, all other elements of safety go out the window.
Lets go back to the beginning…
The wee hours of the morning when the alarm went off, it was still dark and we set up the boat with all of the gear we need for one day of spearfishing. Knowing that the weather forecast was perfection, we made it to the boat ramp as the sun was rising.
The water inside the bay is usually dirty so it wasn’t a bit deal as we were heading out to open ocean. We were particularly excited by the perfect conditions. Giddy with excitement would be one way to describe it.
The water would just not clear up even when we got outside the bay. There is one spot in particular that is far enough to always have clear water.
Boy were we wrong. 80 meters depth, one meter visibility. This is bad for two reasons.
1. You can’t see the fish;
2. You can’t see the sharks.
If you are lucky enough to see a fish to spear, then you want to make sure there isn’t a shark coming at you for the fish.
The general consensus with all four of us on the boat was that we should not get in the water. Now, if Ryan feels it is too unsafe for even him to get in, there is no way I am!!
The fish were there. Dolphin fish (mahi mahi) school on the surface of the water, so we could see them from the boat. We also saw the other spearos catching a few.
That’s when all sensibility left the boat. For the boys anyway. I was the one who volunteered to drive the boat.
The boys would jump in spear a fish and immediately throw it into the boat. They would follow quickly and reset their spearguns whilst inside the boat. This happened for a couple of dives, while Mark threw in pieces of burley to attract the greedy dolphin fish.
The boat looked like a murder scene. Fish blood and dead fish everywhere. Gear everywhere. What a mess. Lucky they have me around to clean the boat.
We stayed for enough time to get a good amount of fish, which fed us a few meals.
I have to say, I was a little jealous. There was still a temptation to get in the water myself.
Spearfishing is an addiction.
We had to stop at one of the sand banks on the way home to clean the fish.
It was glorious.