“ Murrifin is our family vessel,” he says. The Captain wonders if he might actually be some kind of mutant Tetris experiment? As we cruise through seemingly endless four-knot zones, we get a chance to quiz Rod about his gameboat heritage and how Murrifin came to be. Rod loads and stows our chunky camera away as quickly as he does everything else. When the sun goes down and the rums come out, they show a similar commitment to lubricating their tonsils with spiced rum.

The crew works bloody hard from sun-up to sundown, ensuring the boat is immaculate and organised, the gear in perfect working order and the baits or lures swimming correctly. He has a game-boat mindset and if you’ve ever fished on one, you probably know what we’re talking about. He then pirouettes onto the bow and begins reversing the boat off before The Captain can even mumble a half-arsed, “Er, need a hand there Rod?” You see, the Rodster is a man on a mission. Before we can pull the camera out of its Pelican case, Rod has already backed the trailer down and is removing the safety chain. Rod scuttles up the dive ladder, slots in the outriggers and guides the key into the ignition in a well-practised routine. “Morning fellas!” proclaims an excited Rod as he steps out of his Ford Ranger and begins removing the straps off his appropriately named Murriweeni - a family name his old man came up with in the mid-1970s. You’ll need soy sauce, wasabi and a large box of serviettes by the time you’ve finished this yarn. The mission involves a sashimi platter of yellowfin tuna with a side of yellowtail kingfish. We meet Rod at a Sydney Harbour boat ramp to check out his new V6-powered Grady- White Seafarer 228. But The Captain’s crew won’t be sniffing diesel fumes today. Most people would know Rod and his salt-encrusted orange goatee from the flybridge of Murrifin - a 39ft (11.9m), custom-built, seafoam green game boat and notorious fish-catcher usually found at the Broken Bay Game Fishing Club. The bloke knows what they’re having for breakfast lunch and tea, knows the conditions they love to chow down in and has a long teledex of other blokes just as committed to hunting them as he is.

When it comes to yellowfin tuna bites off the east coast, Rod Findlay is a professor of pelagics.

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