KAYAKING BIG CITY BARNACLE BASHERS
Tournament angler Luke Kay and I go back a few years, and it was on a crisp morning around the end of winter 2009 that we both caught our first monster bream, each within five minutes of each other.
Blades had just become the new must-have lure and we bounced them around the rickety old jettys and floating sea-gull fortresses which characterise this part of Sydney’s Lane Cove River.
With numb hands and frosty nostrils, we were soon warmed up as our shiny new lures started screaming towards the nearest structure with a whopping big barnacle basher attached.
By the end of the encounter it was adrenaline causing the shakes instead of the cold, and we proudly posed with the biggest bream we’d ever seen for the obligatory brag shots.
That was a few years ago now and while I headed North to build my biceps on Top End trevally, Luke hung around in Sydney to perfect the art of harbour breaming, and he’s now winning comps for it.
