Garfish fishing is a fussy, rewarding little craft. The rig is unchanged in fifty years and doesn’t need changing: a small clear bubble float (half-filled with water for casting weight), a metre of light leader, then a single tiny long-shank fine-wire hook tied off the end. No sinker. Size 10–12 hooks, 2–4lb mono. Anything heavier and gardies mouth the bait and spit it before you feel a thing.
Bait wants to be tiny and soft — bread dough, prawn slivers cut fingernail-sized, maggots, or thin squid strips. If it won’t fit a thumb-sized mouth without folding, it’s too big.
The whole game is berley. No berley, no gardies. Mix bread or pollard with breadcrumbs and a generous slop of tuna oil, work it into a steady cloud — a mesh berley pot off the jetty rail, or hand-thrown balls a rod-length up-current every ten minutes. The trail draws the school up to the surface, right where your float is drifting. The bite is a quiet dip, not a slam; lift gently into it.
Mandurah Jetty and the Coodanup foreshore on the Peel-Harvey are about as good as it gets, and Point Walter on the Swan holds them on calm mornings. Fish dawn or dusk, with a bit of tidal push and wind under 10 knots so the float doesn’t skate.