THESE past few weeks there have been stories of amazing fishing and record-breaking monsters hitting the chatting circles. I even have a few stories of my own. The rain has been relentless and although this can dampen your spirits, it will make our waters a thing of beauty once the fish have spawned and the baitfish take to the grass. My dad, brother and I recently braved the rain and made a freezing cold expedition to Woodstock Dam, after the previous thrashing the fish received there from myself and Andrew Read. Although the plummeting temperatures and high winds had slowed the bite somewhat, we still tempted over 40 chunky fish to the boat — with a handful over the three-kilogram mark.