Three of us descended on the big muddy (which was actually very clear) as dawn was breaking and were greeted by teeming fish life in the ebbing tide. Mullet from sprats to attractively sized cavorted everywhere! The hope was to encounter some hungry predators such as kahawai or kingfish who could surely not miss such a feast on display …
And the obligatory stingrays were around, sometimes at very close range in knee deep water … no kingfish following here!
Geoff generously acted as the local guide to Alan and myself.
Moving around as the tide ebbed exposing more the structure and trying new tactics as the situation changed.
The lighting made for some nice silhouettes as we moved about from one spot to another.
No fish landed but a great time of camaraderie and learning from each other.
[ Meolah-ed] – verb passive, as in “to be meola-ed” – example: “I wore these sneakers onto Meola Reef and they were meola-ed” – i.e ripped by oysters and volcanic rocks and caked with malodorous anaerobic mud and lucky if you can ever wear them again in civilised company.