18/10/2026
📍 Red Bluff, Western Australia
Another little slice of WA paradise!
This post deserves its own write up , what a place
Red Bluff is where the rugged red cliffs meet that ridiculously blue Indian Ocean, with beautiful beaches, wild coastal scenery and sunsets that make you wonder why you ever bother going home.
The waves crash away all day like a stereo stuck on repeat… same song, same volume, and absolutely no off switch!
LET’S TALK ABOUT THE FISHING!!!
WOW… Red Bluff takes fishing to another level!
Red Bluff is famous as a surfing mecca, with surfers coming from all over to chase those waves. But for someone like me, who’s more likely to chase a fish than a wave, I reckon I’ve found my own little slice of paradise!
The surfers are out there chasing barrels, while I’m standing on the rocks chasing dinner. Each to their own, I suppose!
We met Michael 'Jonesy' Jones and his partner Jane out on the rocks, where Michael was busy doing what he clearly does best — catching fish!
Michael and Jane have been on the road for four years, and Michael has been fishing these parts for a long time. He was an absolute WEALTH of knowledge, and I was happy to soak it all up.
Then I watched Michael pull in a 30kg+ sambo on a pretty handy reel setup.
Bloody unreal! One of the craziest things I’ve seen in a long time. That fish was an absolute Stonker At 30kg+
I reckon if it had got any bigger, Michael would’ve needed a forklift and a couple of blokes from the pub to get it up the rocks
Meanwhile, I was standing there watching like a Tradie that had forgotten to bring his tools on day one untill he yells at me , Asking for some help and can I get a photo of him with the sambo before he released it
But I wasn’t going to be a spectator forever. I managed to tick a few things off my own bucket list:
✅My first tuna caught rock fishing!
✅A spangled emperor.
✅And a schoolie mackerel.
Not a bad effort! The fishing is that good, even the fish must be wondering if they should start charging us rent for living in their neighbourhood
And catching tuna off the rocks? Bloody hell! I thought rock fishing meant losing sinkers and donating tackle to the ocean, not hooking fish that make you question your life insurance!
A huge thanks to Michael for sharing some of his knowledge. It’s amazing who you meet out here on the road, and how quickly a fellow fishing tragic can become a mate.
Beautiful coastline, monster fish, great company and fishing that makes it bloody hard to leave.
The sunsets are bloody beautiful, the scenery is hard to beat, and the wind still turns up in the afternoon like a relative who’s outstayed their welcome.
Red rocks, blue water and fishing stories that get better the longer you go without catching anything!
Red Bluff Thankyou