Sunday, June 24, 2012

My Recent Outings - a Pictorial Record

This Blog is a little different........Why?

Well.......its no point expressing the same things over & over again, is it!
So here are a few snaps to show you what I've been up to.
  • Where I've been.
  • What we have caught.
  • And the stunning backdrop to my Tropical North Queensland fishery.
Catch you on the water, Les
www.fishingcairns.com.au
Marina, Innisfail

the beautiful "new" Jubilee Bridge, Innisfail

Innisfail Marina

Downstream - Johnston River

Lovely 70cm flathead

Deb with the only barra for the day


The girls can catch lizards too!

Its a jungle out there!

Nice one Deb!

That's more like it - sooty

Beautiful JP

Hmmmmmm!



Check out that clear blue sky

Its a jack attack! - Tully River

Nice sooty from the Tully

Its lovely just being there!

Kev and a nice jack - green lure too!

And again!



Juvenile barra from the fresh

Monday, June 4, 2012

Magic Mulgrave - some days are diamonds!

Last week was a “bitch”………as readers would know, it rained all day, every day……over 400mm!

This week was a little better with rain easing to showers but with persistent, strong south east winds. It was cold, cold by Cairns standard anyway.

As is usual, I met Kevin at the “Old Folks Home” (that’s Cazaly’s Sports Club to the unfamiliar) after work on Friday night. It’s a great place to have a few beers, enjoy great food at very economical prices, especially if you are a member, watch the AFL / NRL / Super Rugby, soccer or whatever takes your fancy. It was still raining, but we decided to plan a fishing trip for the Sunday anyway. We would watch the weather, ring each other on Saturday evening and make a decision as to whether we thought it was worth while to go.
This past weekend also saw the Cairns Home Show (incorporating the Caravan, Camping & Boating Expo) being held at the Showgrounds. I was keen to check out those u-beaute  camper trailers – you know, the ones that you can put your tinny on top, tow behind the 4WD but have all the comforts of home once set up and the tent pops out; along with the annex, fresh water supply, gas cooker AND yes, kitchen sink. I looked out of my office window at 2:00PM to see the sky completely leaden, pissing down with rain and thought – I’m not going any where in this and it looks like the fishing would be off too!
Kev rang at approx. 7:00PM to discuss our plight……..what the heck, we might as well just give it a go and see what happens. Better than sitting on my arse all day Sunday watching the footy eh!

The alarm screamed at me at 5:30am. I gingerly crawled out of bed (it was still dark), donned my fishing gear and went down stairs to pack the boat & esky. My beautiful lady Debbie made me breakfast, morning tea and lunch – most partners will greet you with something that sounds like “Turn the bxxxxy light off and don’t make any noise”. But not Debbie, she is a real gem and I am so grateful for having such an understanding woman to share my life & love for fishing.

By the time that I had picked up Kevin and headed down the Bruce Highway, the sun was up and the sky was looking amazingly clear – apart from a few fog patches hugging the valleys. This was a very good sign – you see, if there is fog, it means that there is NO WIND! Amazing! You beauty! Fantastic!...all those sorts of things come to mind. We launched my little 4m Cairns Custom Craft at Deeral, in the mist, and headed upstream.
It’s a good thing that I know this river like the back of my hand as I have never experienced such conditions………low cloud / fog was hugging the valley making travel quite difficult. We gingerly pushed on up, past the lagoons, past the island, past the drains and gutters, past the Aloomba railway bridge, past the broken timber bridge………up and up we went………right up until we reached a magnificent looking calm backwater. I just had to take a few pics as we surveyed the scene. Man, it was great to be alive in such a magnificent location………would the fish cooperate?
Top of the Mulgrave - how god is this!
And this!
It was too cold for barra, maybe even too cold for jacks. But the sooty’s and JP’s should surely bite in these conditions. We decided to leave the baitcasters (still rigged mind you – just in case!) and picked up our light 4kg spin sticks. I hooked on a shiny bright orange / gold Rapala SR5. These lures are dynamite in the fresh and catch all manner of things when the fish are on the chew and it wasn’t long before I was hooked up to a respectable Mulgrave sooty.
First sooty of the trip!
NOTE – light tackle freshwater spinning is not the favorite angling method for most Tropical Queenslander’s. But I firmly believe that during certain times of the year, especially during the winter months, its much better to scale down your tackle and target what’s “out there”, rather than persisting with the heavy barra gear for zilch. Sure, they are generally of a much smaller size. But on the light tackle sooty’s, JP’s , tarpon and the like put on a surprisingly dogged fight. They can brick you in an instant, pull drag like the best of them and fight honestly all the way to the boat. I JUST LOVE IT!

And so we started our slow drift back down stream to the boat ramp.
I should also mention at this point “why I decided to fishing this river under these conditions”.

  1. The barra were out – too cold
  2. The salt water was out – with a low at approx. 2:00PM of .16m we would be fishing in mud
  3. With the rainfall that we have had lately, there should still be plenty of water coming down to allow access to high up the river
  4. The sooty’s and JP’s etc. should give us the action we desired
  5. All other local rivers had impediments (refer No 2) to successfully getting back to the ramp at a reasonable hour
Nice sooty from under the trees
Check out the lure / reel (matching colours too!)
I was having a blast………sooty after sooty was smashing the SR5 like there was no tomorrow. So much so that after several offerings of a similar lure to Kevin (same lure, different color), he too decided that that was the lure of choice for today. Kev clipped  on a green backed model with orange belly and was immediately into the action.
Kev and his best for the trip
 We drifted slowly though rainforest country, we picked up speed occasionally as we were swepped down shallow rapids and crashed gently into bridge pylons….sorry about that! But all the while the tally was mounting…….sooty’s, JP’s, jacks and tarpon, they all gave us a hell of a lot of fun.
There's a reason why Kev is using the cloth - those spikes are sharp!
A magnificent fresh water jack - way upstream
Good JP Kev!
Typical river tarpon
Tarpon - check out that huge tail, there's power there














What was most obvious to us today however, was that the good majority of the fish came from under the trees and in the shady side of the river. We figured that as the river was so clear and clean, and that there was hardly a cloud in the sky, most fish sought refuge in the shady side………worked a treat for us!

JP - a pretty little specimen
As the pictures hereabouts attest to the magnificent country we were drifting through, Kev & I both thought that we were very privileged indeed. How many people come to North Queensland (or locals for that matter) and never get to experience this…..to see the beauty of this unspoilt landscape……to catch these lovely little battlers on sporting spin tackle. To share the journey with a likeminded fishing buddy…..one who shares in the whoops and hollers from a man so possessed, that he can thrill at such of nature’s offerings. And for that matter, how many of us have lived her for years and never caught a barra? We hear it all the time!

My sincerest advice to every fishing nut out there………don’t get too focused on the “holy grail”…….sure barra are a magnificent creature and I am obsessed with catching them. But, if they are not on the chew, if conditions are not right for a successful assault on the day…….try something different. You just might find another love to occupy your angling needs until September! We landed over 60 fish that day!

PS – there are not many anglers knowledgeable enough, not with the right vessel, to experience what Kev & I do on a regular basis. This is not criticism…..if this is you…….do yourself a huge favor. GO FISHING WITH AN EXPERIENCED GUIDE AND LEARN, LEARN, LEARN!
Good fishing, catch you on the water

Regards, Les Marsh 
www.fishingcairns.com.au

"Some Days are Diamonds!"

Monday, May 28, 2012

Mongrel Mulgrave

The traditional “wet” season here in far North Queensland usually runs from December to late March. We can still get quite heavy rainfall in April though as this past year has shown – we had two major dumps during the month with some severe flooding occurring as the trough drifted south along the coast – and then, miraculously, drifted back along the same areas and gave us another drenching.
In fact our region had one of the wettest April’s on record with over 800mm recorded in the nearby ranges.

But then the “dry” season arrives. The day time temperatures start to moderate to a more comfortable 28C, but the big factor is, that the humidity levels (the stuff that can make the tropics seem almost unbearable some days) dramatically decreases too. You can even go outside and exercise (casting lures) and not sweat!
And so it is that us locals really look forward to a more comfortable, dry day on the water.

One of my good mates, Greg Parkes from Sydney, is a real keen fisherman. He has a job that necessitates a trip up north quite regularly and on most occasions he pesters me to take him fishing – only kidding. Greg is a great bloke, loves tossing lures in our tropical rivers, and is good company to boot. It is always nice to talk to a southern businessman occasionally and get his perspective on all manner of things like the economy, tourism, the Aussie dollar…….or how Queensland whopped their arse again!
But Greg has a real problem. Every time that he decides that its time for a trip up north, it bloody rains.

Hell last week, no sooner had Greg advised me that he was coming up on the next weekend, that the heavens opened up and we had an absolute pissing. The region around Tully / Babinda and the Daintree/ Mossman had over 300mm of rain in 2 days – IN MAY! Unheard of, not right!
Greg was determined to come anyway, he had work commitments, so being the eternal optimist, proceeded to send me the latest weather report for last Sunday – FINE!

Yeah, but what about all that rain that we had had the days prior I asked – fish don’t like hitting lures when swimming around in mud / the waters were like tomato soup.
And so it was arranged that I would take him boating to one of our local rivers, and decide whether to “go fishing” if we found some water clear enough to toss lures into. I picked Greg up from his usual hotel at approx. 6:45am and headed south along the Bruce Highway.

The first river you come across if heading south is the Mulgarve River at Gordonvale. Driving slowly across the new multi mullion dollar bridge, we noted that the water was quite clean and certainly fishable at this level. Maybe we might be in luck after all, the proof of the pudding however would be the prevailing conditions at the Deeral boat ramp – I reserved my judgment.
Hmm……..this was quite good also. Where had all that dirty water gone?

NOTE – the Mulgrave River is always the very first waterway in our region (Daintree – Tully) to clear up after flooding rain and is one of the main reasons that I will ALWAYS head south after a major rain event like we had just witnessed.
Launching my 4m tinny in the drizzle and 25knot SE winds blowing up the valley……Brrrrrrr!..........I immediately put my Gore-Tex wet weather gear on and readied the tackle. My little sounder has an inbuilt temperature gauge………it was 19.5C. What the! Too bloody cold for barra!

Anyway, we launched, started the outboard, readied the rods, clipped on a couple of those new Flat Jak lures and headed upstream. To make matters even more “discouraging”, there was virtually no tidal movement all day – any movement, I predicted, would be from the river itself, flowing out to sea all day long.

We tried a couple of my favorite drains for zilch! We cast along some of my best weed beds…for zilch! I checked the temperature gauge and it had warmed to a freezing 20.3C. Things were looking up….NOT!
As far as timing the “water levels” to access the river go, we were spot on. If its too low you get stranded in the inter tidal zone. Too high and you can’t access the upstream areas due to restrictive road & railway bridges which act as barriers to upstream travel. I did have to remove my “rocket launcher” rod holder from the back of my punt to putt under the railway bridge at Aloomba, but from there on up it was just plain sailing. And the water was getting warmer too to just on 20.5C
We were crazy……no self-respecting barra would every think of chasing food in these conditions….would they?

We travelled as far as we dared, or time would allow, as we planned to drift fish downstream as much as possible, pausing at likely looking back eddy’s, weed beds, gutters and creeks.
It wasn’t long before we came across one of the fishiest looking places I had ever seen on this little stream. There was a deep river bend, a substantial grassy bank just upstream that actually bent into a slow moving back eddy & broke behind a small 5m long grass covered island. The water was actually flowing backwards behind this little island before rejoining the river upstream of it – there were several ambush points!
Beautiful river barra
I cast my fluro Flat Jak into the backwater, hoping to twitch it enticingly towards the junction where the back eddy and main current met under the swaying grass. Like a silver flash……..crunch, boof and my barra cleared the water. She was a beautifully conditioned fresh water specimen and proceeded to jump all over the place before settling down to a very dogged fight. Using the current to her best advantage, it was a surprisingly long battle.  Several times I thought that I had had her beat only for her to surge away again – I could see that only the last treble had a purchase under her chin. After what seemed like ages, I slipped the bogas into her mouth, released the slide and gently cradled her into the boat. Man I was stoked.
But wait there’s more!

I reckoned there would be more fish feeding in the “perfect” spot. After several casts I saw a flash down deep but did not connect. On Greg’s very next cast I saw it again. Did you see that flash mate……..Greg was on even before he knew it. This fish fought a very similar battle. These barra used the fast flowing current to their absolute advantage, powering away several times when seemed beaten and ready for the taking. But after a spirited fight it came quietly to the boat.
The fish was subdued; BUT certainly Greg was not.

Greg's PB on barra to date!
This is my PB he excitedly exclaimed. Greg was absolutely stoked and had a grin from ear to ear and no matter what happened for the rest of the day he would cherish this moment forever. The day when everything seemed against us! The river had been in flood only days before. The river was as cold as I could remember but we found a couple of feeding barra and that was all that mattered.
(Note – the river was fairly high as it was, but way above us in the trees we could see the debris line of swaying grass / leaves / broken branches etc. and they were at least 10 metres above us)

All else would seem secondary as we drifted downstream for the rest of the day. We switched to small gold colored SR5’s on the spin gear and landed a few sooties and JP’s. I landed another small barra from a weed bank. We had lunch in a magic rainforest setting with cool swirling waters cruising past. We even tried our luck way downstream past the boat ramp just in case the warmer water downstream might hold more fish – it was a warm 21C. Not likely!
Typical JP
Hows this for a lunch spot?
Looking Upstream
Winching the boat onto the trailer at about 4PM we looked up at the mountainous backdrop – there was a steam of super cool white cloud draping the Bellenden Ker range as a reminder of how
weather conditions had not favored us today.

Check out that cloud - click to enlarge
Do you know something? It didn’t matter………Greg had landed his PB and he will never forget it (Well, not until next trip and we beat it by cm’s). I had landed a beaut river barra on my brand new G-Loomis GL3 (man I just love this new rod) and a couple of mates had shared all the day had offered.

Beats watching the Lions get smashed again eh!

Catch you on the water, regards
Les Marsh
www.fishingcairns.com.au

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Daintree Dreaming!

I have just returned home from a fabulous weeks guiding up the Cape at remote Aurukun. This region really is a barra fisherman’s paradise and we had an absolute blast. The quality of the fishing this trip was astounding and I have never seen so many BIG fish as part of our catch. Quality fish of well over 85cm were common and we even managed quite a few in the 90’s and a dozen or so above the magic 1m mark.
96cm Archer River
Magnificent Sunset
One of 64 barra in 2.5 hours
 Our best session was however, on the very last day, when following a very early start, favorable tides made a trip to the mangrove lined Archer Bay the location of choice. Two very excited anglers landed 64 barra in only 2 ½ hours solid fishing; quality fish all from 63 -85cm. The bigger ones could not be controlled and we lost them under the mangroves.

But that’s another story for another time. 

Last Sunday, Keith Graham and I, decided to give the Daintree River a go. You see, this past “wet” season we have concentrated on the southern rivers, the likes of the Tully, North & South Johnstone, Liverpool and even the old Mulgrave had copped a flogging from us so to speak. And it had been well worth it with some very memorable days. But the “wet” is (well until Monday morning anyway) well and truly over and the river levels had dropped so much that it was actually dangerous to travel to our favorite upstream haunts.
So after careful consideration of the tides, it was a high at 8:30am and a low at 2:30pm, it was decided that the downstream tidal areas of the Daintree might be the place to be. It was going to be a bit windy however, as the predicted 25-30 knot SE winds blow straight up the river making some of our favorite locations unfishable. I too was a little apprehensive, as having had such amazing fishing the week before, felt that the Daintree could be a huge let down.

We launched at the ferry crossing and cruised to a nearby mangrove lined bank. We both clipped on our new best lure (yes those Flat Jak’s – they finally have a name), Keith a pink one, I, a sparkling gold one.
The tide had just peaked and was about to turn……perfect we thought!

First fish - a flathead
A flathead, a bloody flathead off a mangrove snag – man we had a good laugh.
We drifted slowly downstream on the ebbing tide, hugging the mangrove banks out of the persistent wind. A nice little barra was hooked from a backwater so we decided to hang around for a while and see if it had some mates. We landed 5 barra from this spot and missed a couple more – things were looking good.
Nice juvenile barra

Heading further down towards the mouth we fished the lee side of the islands – juvenile barra, a nice jack, a small GT. It wasn’t too bad. And as for the crocs! Well this weather was perfect for the big lizards to seek the suns warming rays on the slowly exposing mud and sand banks. We found little 1 metre models scampering comically to the waters edge and safety. We found huge 4 metre models slowly slithering down the sand to slip quietly into the drink – in fact at one time, the only sign that alerted us to the crocs presence was the hissing sound of its slide. Scary stuff!
Biggest croc

By lunch time the tide has almost dropped right out so a trip to the mouth and a fish in a nearby backwater was the go. It was here that we saw the biggest croc of the day. As we entered the estuary I noticed the unmistakable shape of something quite large sunning itself on the exposed mud bank – it was probably over 500m away at this stage and even at this distance looked to be a big one. As we slowly fished our way upstream to its location, we had cameras ready for the best shot; just in case it was a wary critter and slipped away before we could get within range. You guessed it, they don’t grow this big by being stupid and we were still over 150m away when it started to slowly move in preparation for a slide into the water. A quick zoom, snap and I had a nice photo.

The fishing went a bit quiet at this stage – no run, no fun we say up here and so it was decided that if we wanted some action, we either had to stay put and be patient and wait for the tide to run in, or head upstream and fish above this tidal influence. We beat a hasty path back above the ferry and decided to fish the shallow banks near Laffertys.

It wasn’t long before we landed a couple of barra and small jacks – but the best surprise of all was when I landed a little flathead. Way up in the fresh…..it was as clear as a swimming pool, dead set.

We pulled the pin at approx.  4.30 and headed home.
We had landed 15 barra / 5 jacks / 2 flathead and a GT – now that’s not bad for a good days fishing, especially in light of the prevailing conditions. We were quite stoked.

Note – I hooked on that gold flecked Flat Jak and did not change it all day. Keith changed a couple of times just to test a few lures for his shop. Verdict – those Flat Jaks are amazing!

Catch you on the water!
Les Marsh
www.fishingcairns.com.au