Why is it that when you are totally exhausted the night
before you head to bed early and sleep really well until around 5am when your
body says...”OK, that’s about enough for you time to open those eyes young
man”. Oh well I did manage to finish my book!
We headed further down the beach to an area that looked
promising for catching a few fish. There were Turns and Seagulls feeding on a
massive school of bait fish so I thought it worth our while to have a crack.
The beach was quite unusual and reminded me of Bells Beach, in that the sand
was at about 45o and the waves dumped onto the sand only about 2m from the
waters edge. I started casting and it wasn’t long before the boys were having a
great time running down the beach, charging into the pounding dumpers. This
then elevated into a freestyle competition where De had to score their dives, twists
and turns while I continued to fling a shiny piece of metal with a hook
attached to the end of it westward!
I managed one hit and then after about 40 minutes I was on.
I was expecting a school mackerel or something similar but could feel the head
shakes of the fish and I was a touch confused. Pretty soon I had landed a 43cm
Morwong and was pretty surprised that it had taken my metal lure.
Regardless was happy to have something
so went back to it. About 20 minutes later I managed to get one of my better
tangles and set about fixing it. As part of the process I wrapped the line, that
went to the lure sitting comfortably on the bottom of the ocean about 40m out, around my big toe so it didn’t pull on the line while I was trying to untangle
it. This worked well until my amazement, 15 minutes later something decided it
liked my stationary lure. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, said fish had
caused the braid line to rub up against a rock and it broke! It is hard to wear
thongs without a big toe so I guess I should be greatful!
We headed back for lunch and another lie down. I managed to
sleep a little longer and De headed down to the ‘lagoon’ with the boys. Here
they proceeded to go on a “Jelly Fish Hunt” where they collected the jelly
blobs (without tenticles) in their shirts. In the end jack had 40 something and
Sambo close to thirty both with a shirt now fit for a heavily pregnant woman. I
arrived with the snorkelling gear and we headed out. I was amazed at the amount
of coral and fish that were present, all 5 or 10m off shore from our $11/night
campground. After having spent wads on accommodation and a small mortgage on
getting to the reef from Cairns I was pleasantly surprised by the quality of
the reef. This bodes well as this is seen as the very edge of Ningaloo reef
with the best yet to come! I have put together a short movie of the reef to
give you some idea.
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