Experience the wildest giant trevally fishing in St Brandon’s… in a while. 

The most remarkable part of this trip was ‘The Day’. The GT day. Or to give it it’s full name, what Milan Germishuizen described as “The wildest GT fishing day in St Brandon’s in a while”.

From my prime position in the front of the skiff, faaaaaaaar in the distance I made out the dorsal of a shark. We got a little closer and spotted fish on the back of the nurse shark that was now headed towards us. I jumped out of the boat and got my line ready to make a cast. The fly landed short of the fish, but he saw it, he turned, flared out his pecs and made a half-assed attempt to chase it before he gave me a very clear signal of “NOT INTERESTED PAL”.

giant trevally fishing in St Brandon's

Photo Nic Schwerdtfeger

Our luck changed dramatically when we came up on a small sand spit and saw a few fish holding on the split between the bommies and beach sand. I went right and cast at a fish that was moving way too fast to be in feeding mode. Warwick, on the other hand, went left and two casts later hooked on to his first GT of the trip. The school was still around, but I was on the wrong side to make a cast, I started aqua-jogging as fast as I could to a spot where I could get an angle on the fish.  I looked at Warwick trying desperately to keep his fish out of the minefield of bommies and noticed the parabolic shape of his rod.  As I marveled at this, the unforgettable sound of a small firearm going off broke the silence as Warwick’s rod did its best 5-piece impression. Luckily, with some quick thinking from Milan and some team work, they got the fish to hand shortly afterwards .

“We saw a few fish on the way, including a big school of smaller GTs cruising around the reef like a flock of geese on meth. With face tattoos.”

After the high 5’s, hugs and selfies were done, we headed further up the reef to the surf zone. We saw a few fish on the way, including a big school of smaller GTs cruising around the reef like a flock of geese on meth. With face tattoos. The definite highlight of the day was at around 11am when things just got nuts. I have never in my life seen that many GTs swimming on a flat. It was sheer chaos.

 

This is an excerpt from Nic Schwerdtfeger’s issue 19 story, ‘Bliss Points.’ Get the full story below, or buy the print edition here (we ship worldwide.)