The problem was that I was following the longliners and fishing out wide. I soon changed my tactics after my old friend, Ritchie Abela, started racking up a few swords in 600 meters of water down south. On my very first drop, while fishing with my mad-keen son Coops, our first bait was eaten. Coops saw the bite first and said, “It’s a swordie bite, Dad.” I have to admit, I initially dismissed his comment — until the swordfish appeared. I was speechless.
It wasn’t a big sword, barely topping 55 pounds, but the catch accomplished the holy grail of fishing. Initially, I didn’t realize I had just snagged a fantasy slam, and to do it right off Sydney made it that much more impressive. In doing so, I became one of the few anglers in all Australia, and the only one ever in NSW, to achieve such a feat.