Although for the real enthusiast, luckily, there was always “something special” caught on our return trips, two single Wahoo, a King Mack, a Sail and a pair of Dorado satisfactorily and individually finished each trip.
The weather reports have also been a bit inaccurate, as the fronts seem to be moving faster than predicted, and while I’m in a grumpy mood – what about the proposed building of a supermarket on James Bond Island? ‘007 / 11’ indeed.
An American from Florida came to Phuket looking for a Wahoo and went out with the boys from the Phuket Game Fishing Club (PGFC). No sooner said than done, his first Wahoo (20k) was in the bag.
Fishing is a strange game, all your pals have at least one under their belt and you have to come to Phuket to break your duck. Well done Dan, what’s your next target fish?
Get your own back on your mates and with a bit of luck one of our “local” boats will have that magic lure and be in the right place at the right time.
Last month’s excitement came from the sinking, at its moorings, of Mena 1, but it’s an ill wind that blows nobody any good as I have been assured that she will be back, at the end of this month, better than ever with GPS, a new generator and a full refit.
As things were quiet, my other half decided to pull the ring through my nose and have a quick holiday, so off we went to Chumphon which was a real eye opener.
While the place itself is a quiet delight, half the price of Phuket and well worth visiting, I was advised that fishing stocks in the Gulf of Thailand are now just 12 per cent of what they were in its heyday.
Wearing our tourist hats, we visited Chumphon’s very busy landing docks and saw many, many tons of fish no bigger than 6 inches being unloaded from a continual queue of large trawlers.
All this led me to think about the plight of the poor old Andaman Sea, as I hear the trawling fleet is once again being expanded.
As usual, tight lines to all.