Ever so dusty I peeled my head of
the pillow nice and early so we could get De away early to get Izzy fixed in
Broome. The boys and I set our self up for a biiig day of fishing, as that is
pretty much all we could do! We dragged down chairs, drink bottled and a myriad
of other things the 150m to the river and started to fish, unfortunately again
with no success. Around 10 Logan showed up with his cast net and caught a few
live bait for us to use. The major problem was that batteries in our aerator
were broken so we had to take it in turn to do this manually (using our mouths)
to keep them alive. I rigged up Jack’s, attached one of the bigger samples and
cast it out, then lent it against a fork on the tree next to me while I sat
back down to do Sam’s. A few minutes later and there was some furious tapping
on the end of the rod. I threw everything of my lap, grabbing it and looking up
just in time to see a glorious looking 60cm+ barra jumping 50cm out of the
water. It was an awesome sight with the only problem being is that I also saw
it spit out the bait fish which went about 2m! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!
Oh well we thought, we know they
are there, lets get em. So we got everything in the water and waited for him to
come back, and waited and waited and waited. I cooked lunch and we waited some
more and around 1:30 Jacko was becoming a bit restless so we packed up, took
most of the gear back to the van and headed down the river to find a ‘better’
spot. We tried two where we had about the same result, the only difference
being that Sam had half of his Cherabin (a fresh water yabby) bitten off but we
didn’t see it... We moved further down the river looking for Logan and
Larissa’s camp.
There were a couple of problems with this. 1. Sam was bare foot
(for something different) and the ground was sharp edged flint rock 2. The
banks became smooth and after seeing another croc we weren’t fishing anywhere
near the waters edge 3. It was stinking hot, about 36oC with very high humidity
4. My guts were suffering from last nights efforts. Thankfully after about 30
minutes we saw the telegraph pole (after which the camping area was named)
about 3 kms in the distance and we knew there was NO chance we were going to
walk there, so we turned around and headed for home.
As soon as we got back I cranked
up the generator and put on the Air Conditioning...you call that luxury...and
enjoyed an hour of bliss. It was now 4pm and the change in the tide was due
soon so right on cue Logan and Larissa turned up, we caught some more livies
and headed back to their site for a fish. The boys were ecstatic as they got to
ride on the spare tyres on the back of their ute...ahh the adventures! We
baited up and cast them out, with all of the conditions being right surely this
was going to be....snag, and another snag...etc;
Oh well we had a great afternoon
with Larissa showing the boys the Boab nut/fruit and we all had a taste of it
with the best description being lemon scented Styrofoam! De arrived back with a renewed Izzy and after
a drink we packed up and headed home empty handed. It had been a big day and I
think I was asleep earlier than ever!!
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