Sherbs, Uncle Stu and myself decided to give Swanbourne Drain a try last night with reports that some decent sized tailor were being caught down that way. We all piled into Sherb's van and headed down there around 6pm to find a slight seabreeze and a small swell.
Loaded up with a ton of gear, bait and burley we trudged past the host of mostly fat, nude male sunbathers in search of the legendary Swanbourne drain. After 40 minutes of slugging through the sand we finally came in site of the large concrete block that signifies where the drain is and decided to try a bit of a gutter just to the south.

Big Robbie Dalmatic and his lively pooch, and we were soon wetting some mulies, blue sardines and prawns. There was obviously a lot of smallish whiting around because they were picking my mulies to pieces. Occassionaly, I would feel a typical herring bite, but they also must have been small.
Things weren't looking to flash until Sherbs hooked up to something really solid on his bluebait rig. He worked his 4000 Sustain like a maestro with a Stradivarius and after a hard fought battle had a fantastic tailor on the sand. It was a hooter, measuring 50 cm. The most impressive thing about it was its thickness through the shoulder. A great fish.

The action slowed down a bit after that before Uncle Stu managed a size tailor and his first ever stingray.

I was feeling like it was not going to be my night after getting a lot of smaller bites. But then there was the telltale crash, bang, whallop of a decent sized tailor. It was isn't in the same league as Sherb's fish, but at nearly 40 cm it was a bit of fun on my Heartland 3000.

That was it for the fishing action. Thankfully, having used up the bait and burley and emptied a few beer bottles our loads were a lot lighter on the way back and a brisk 30 minutes walk has back to Sherb's van.
It was great to get out again with some top people on what was a beautiful night.
All the best, Colin Hay