November is hot, damn hot, and the fishing is the same. However, there’s thugs and mugs and robbers all fired up to do piscatorial battle in an effort to get fed. It seems no matter what fish you're after, there's bound to be predator lurking to rob you.
Emblazoned in my memory is the vision of a few 80cm barramundi free jumping around shallow reefs joining the beach, but these fish weren’t jumping for fun. Speedy whaler sharks snapped below them. As the tide recedes, these spawning barra run the risk of jumping injured up into shallow pools or onto rocks, which make easy pickings for a huge sea eagle.
On the return journey that day, very large milkfish did long jumps at 90° to one another covering about 50m in five jumps to flee from unseen predators below. As with the barra, these milkfish are spawning to give their young ones the best chance of surviving in next year’s soup following the wet season.
It is not uncommon to catch and release barramundi with terrible scars through their scales, many with bits of tail and body missing. Iridescent queenfish and ravenous blue salmon chase around even smaller silver fish while also being chased themselves.
November is the time for fight or flight amongst fish. If they're not spawning, they're eating, and if they're not eating then they're being eaten. If you are a fish and you are shiny and like to move about, then things aren't good for you right now. Whiting, mullet, gar, bony bream, hardiheads and herring are all on offer to would-be predators.