Sherbs and I got up in the early hours to head up to one of his favourite tailor spots, hoping the weed had moved away and that the tailor had moved in.

We met up with Haong (pronounced Wang) when we got there and found that the dreaded weed looked to have thinned out quite a lot, but the wind and the swell was a fair bit stronger and bigger than forecast.

We made our way out to the fishing hot spot and sent out our rigs baited with mulies hoping for one of the much sort after 60 cm plus metro tailor that can be found at this time of the year.

And after just two casts, my new Saltist 4500 H spinning reel and Moonraker rod were doing battle with what felt like a cracking good tailor.

After angling the fish through the swell and the rocky edges I managed to bring it ashore, only to have it jump off the hook at my feet. Thankfully it landed in a crevice between the rocks and I was able to grab it pretty quickly.

(I was drenched from the spray of the waves pounding over the rocks, but it was worth it when I hooked this beauty).

This was one of the fish Sherbs, Uncle Stu and I have been chasing hard for the past few months. A big, fat tailor. It measured in at 59 cm (not the 60cm I was hoping for) but boy was I stoked.

(My new Daiwa Saltist 4500H is the ultimate match-up with my Moonraker and is the tailor chasing reel that I have been looking for).

While the tailor were around, they were pretty tenative on the bite, but Sherbs soon managed to entice a nice tailor of around 35 cm in length to his bait and into his bucket.

(Sherbs with some of the mornings haul).

After that it was Haong's turn to find the fish and he handled himself with aplomb, landing a fish in the high 30 cm range and one of about 45 cm in quick sucession.

(Judging by his smile I think Haong had a lot of fun on this tailor hunting expedition.)

Then, as quickly as the tailor had come on the bite, it was all over. We were plagued by sand whiting after that, (they were decimating our baits ravenously as soon as they hit the water), but there was no more signs of any tailor. But that is tailor fishing.

We perservered for an hour or so more and met up with Tall Paul, who was busily trying for some herring and whiting when we headed off.

Thanks Steve and Haong for another exciting fishing morning. I am sure there will be many more to come while the big "spring" tailor are around.