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

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

Now That's A Lure!

My fishing buddy, Keith Graham, of Bransfords Tackle Shop has always been an innovative thinker as far as fishing tackle goes. Over the years he has worked with the likes of Shimano, Daiwa, Rapala and co and many of his suggestions (subtle little tweaks to product lines etc.) have made all the difference to the end performance and subsequent angler satisfaction.


One of our joint passions is obviously lure fishing our magnificent tropical waterways – targets include the iconic barramundi, mangrove jacks, trevally, cod, tarpon, sooty grunter, jungle perch etc………….and if your really lucky, flathead. (This is an in joke, sorry Keith!).

We are always striving to find that perfect lure, the one that will obviously catch fish, but also have many other qualities that make it a real gem in the minefield of tackle available on the market these days. Sometimes necessity is the mother of invention, and the very real unavailability of various lures for many reasons makes the search even more important. We get desperate sometimes if our favourite lure is not available for months on end. You just gotta buy a new one!

Over the years Keith and I have field tested many new offerings from lure manufacturers with varying success. But we have always strived to source that “just what the doctor ordered” lure, the one that is a stand out from the crowd. Bransfords range of Stealth, F111 and Tropical Rogue lures are now legendary and have accounted for literally thousands of fish over many years of proven reliability.

WE NOW HAVE THE GRAND DADDY OF THEM ALL!

Last Sunday, Keith and I headed up to the Daintree to field test his brand new range of………wait, we don’t even have a name for them as yet! They are a beautifully finished lure, looking every bit the perfect barra lure for use in relatively shallow waters. They come in a variety of approx. 10 colours, all hand picked by us to work in our tropical streams, we were like kids in a lolly shop – which one do we put on first.

Not a gold Bamber!

Being a fan of the legendary “Gold Bomber”……I just had to try this colour first and guess what. On my third cast of the day I hooked up and landed a lovely little 50cm barra. Well they do work we mused. But “one swallow does not a spring make” as they say, the proof would be in the pudding oh er CATCHING!

How good does that look!

A nice barra on the new lure

Keith snapped on a beautifully looking bright yellow sided / orange back model – the flash from this lure as it worked through the waters was amazing. It just said come and eat me fish. And eat it they did. It wasn’t long and Keith had landed a couple of juveniles as well and we were on our way.

This article is not supposed to be about the fishing experience on this day, it is all about the lure. So I won’t go into a blow by blow description of where we travelled, what we landed and what lure we used. But suffice to say that we worked the system from way above the boat ramp to down to the river mouth. We caught fish all over the place and the images hereabouts are testament to our (the lures) success.

In all we hooked up to an impressive tally of;

• 28 barra

• 2 jacks

• 1 flathead (sorry Keith)

A jack attack

At one stage, working a back water near the river mouth, Keith had tired of the success of his pink coloured lure and casually asked what should he try next……these lures are all so darn good looking its really was a hard choice. Clip on the green one I said, it will work well in this dirty water.


I love a man brave enough to go pink!



Barra on "pink"

Green does work!

Well two casts later Keith was hooked up to the best barra of the trip. It was a spectacular fight, the salt water barra jumped all over the place and we were stoked. He landed another of similar size a few casts later……..man these lures were good.

And work they do.

At about 3:30pm we decided to pull the pin, we had seen enough. To say we were ecstatic is an understatement.

We came, we saw, we tested and we conquered – well, on this day anyway. I am not as fickle to suggest that these new lures will work under all conditions, on all tides, in all locations. But I am prepared to state that these lures are one of the absolute best barra lures I have ever hooked up to my Loomis………and that’s a big statement coming from me.

• They are slightly heavier that a Highjacker making them very easy to cast accurately

• They are more buoyant than a B52 but not as much as a gold bomber

• They have a superb finish – some models are painted while others are laser etched with prismatic tape inside

• They come with quality VMC hooks

• They have an excellent high impact plastic bib that did not budge

• They can be worked vigorously in the “boof” style so popular in the tropics

• They hardly ever hooked up to the trace on casting – weight & hook placement near perfect

• They come is a great range of proven colours

• THEY ARE DARN GOOD LURES

Check out that finnish!

Check out the images, check out the range, get to Bransfords Tackle Shop at Clifton Beach……….its now even more “Well worth the drive”

PS - I was in Bransfords yesterday purchasing some of these new lures for a friend. Young Mathew Graham had been fishing off the rocks near Clifton and you guessed it - he had landed a very nice barra on these new lures!
 
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL MY READERS..........hope you have a wonderful New Year and happy fishing.
 
Kind regards, Les
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A Day to Remember!

Now I have fished all over northern Australia...........from Darwin to Arnhem Land......from the Kimberley's to the NT border, remote Cape York to Mission Beach, and the rivers near Cairns are known like the back of my hand. I have witnessed some amazing sights and experienced some truly magical fishing. I have memories that are etched into my mind and I can recall them like it was just yesterday.

Fresh Water Barra

Well, last Saturday, in a little river just south of Cairns, my partner Debbie & I had such a moment: a moment that lasted for almost 2 hours of constant action on quality barra like I have not seem before in local river systems. But before I tell you about this, I'll set the scene for the day.

It was a high tide at approx. 6:00 am that morning and I wanted to use the backed up waters to cruise as far up the system as my little 4m Cairns Custom Craft would allow. We fish skinny water most days Deb & I, we just love flying upstream as far as we can go and there are various reasons for this.

Skinny water fishing

Not many people venture that far up our waterways, most vessels (or skippers) just can't manage it.......and the scenery can be awesomely beautiful surrounded by mountainous peaks and lush green rainforest. Oh!....the fishing can be great too. Targets are often sooties and JP's, tarpon and jacks as well as "ol’ bucket mouth" when conditions are right.

On this day I was quite surprised to find that the river was so low. We had had plenty of rain the previous week but, being the very start of our rainy season, I guess most of the rain had just soaked up OR flushed out to sea very quickly. But you have to make the most of prevailing conditions so we pushed on as far as I dared and called it a halt at one of the drains that I regularly fish. Sure enough there were a couple of rats hanging around and it wasn't long before Debbie & I had landed, photographed and carefully released a few little barra.

Check out that rainforest backdrop

We drifted slowly down on the falling tide, casting to bank side structure, stopping occasionally at more promising looking weed beds and landed a few more juveniles. The day was just perfect, a little overcast which kept conditions a little cooler but still quite humid......tropical fish just love this scenario. Coffee / late breakfast was had anchored up beneath some beautiful rainforest cover. We were truly in a tropical paradise.

What a coffee spot

My lady is a sailor / an ex prawn trawler skipper and she just loves being in "salt water".

And why do I mention this? Well, on most fishing outings I have my way and tend to fish the fresh (refer above) but today Debbie pestered me to go down to the mouth and try our luck in the salt on the incoming tide. Remembering that it was a low at approx. 12 noon and a gentle 1m run in, I reluctantly agreed to give it a go (well actually it was my hidden plan all along but I'll let her have the credit this time). And credit indeed it must be.

Drifting along on the incoming tide, occasionally using the electric to keep us positioned parallel to the bank, we cast to likely looking structure - we had switched lures to smaller 3" jack baits hoping to find a few mangrove jacks and GT's hiding amongst the snags. I was the first to hook up, but it was not what I had expected. A nice 60cm flathead had taken my lure from the mud and was quickly placed into the live well.

Lizard from the salt

Next cast Debbie had a "flash" from a nice looking barra. "Put the lead down darling" I shouted with excitement, there just might be a few barra hanging around here I thought.

The very next cast Debbie was hooked up to a nice 65cm silver streak........these feisty salt water barra are a lot fitter than their river cousins and the barra started jumping all over the place. Deb was having a bit of trouble coming to terms with the "pump & wind" technique but with my coaxing (read shouting instructions - sorry Deb) she soon had the fish under control, photographed and gently released.

Silver / salt water barra - great!

Just a little digression here. I have owned a Boga Grip for years now, having bought one many years ago when they first hit the scene as the next new “must have” toy. But it had hidden itself in the bottom of my tinny and not used for years.....something about not wanting to "hang" big fish like barra from the lip for that photo. In recent times however, I have had a change of tactics and now I use them to land almost every fish.

They are an excellent tool, offer more security that nets etc and correctly handled and used to "control" a fish while de-hooking, can actually improve the release process with a less stressed fish and a lot less damage. It is always a pleasure to see a quality fish revive and swim rapidly away.

Correct use of Boga

Back to the fishing.

On my very next cast the same scenario happened. A quality silver barra crunched my lure and launched herself into the air throwing the hooks in the process. Darn I thought, I had missed an opportunity. But I needn't have worried. Over the next couple of hours Deb & I had non stop fishing action.

Women (and blue lures) catch more fish

We even switched lures to try and stay connected to these feisty critters, they were so acrobatic. But whatever we tossed in their direction was seized upon with gusto.

There were hidden dangers in these waters however. On a couple of occasions our hooked barra would scream off in all directions followed by an almighty swirl the size of half a cricket pitch. All I got back was a lure with straightened hooks and a broken bib. We never did see what was lurking there.


Our second lure of choice was the beaut little Leads deep diving shad, as rare as hens teeth I might add, but boy oh boy, do they work in the right conditions. And on this day they wanted the blue one! (See above image)

We occasionally hooked up on the snags and reluctantly had to go in and retrieve our lures.......on most occasions this would be the end of the bite but not this day. We quietly motored back off the structure, repositioned the lead blob and cast away. We were into them again.

We actually lost count of the number of fish we had hooked and lost, probably a dozen or 15 or so. Now days we try to photograph every fish, just to keep score, so to speak, and on this day (at this spot) we landed at least 17 barra, lost another 4 at the boat (that's technically landed isn't it - we are fiercely competitive remember) and had the above win their freedom.

We left them biting - had to beat the rain

While all of this fishing action was happening and we were mesmerised to the targets at our feet, the skies out to sea were as black as !!!!!!! and the clouds were banking up on the mountains. A few drops of rain started to fall and we decided to call it a day. We scurried out of there before the heavens really opened up and made it to the safety of the ramp before a couple of drowned rats had to skulk home.

As we pulled away from the boat ramp we were still a bit shell shocked at what we had just experienced. We had landed over 20 barra, witnessed quality barra fishing that rivals anything that this great land can offer, and all within less than an hours drive from home.


Wouldn't it be fantastic if this was the norm.........and not just the occasional freak experience.


Happy fishing, regards Les

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Liverpool Lady on the Mend

Liverpool Lady on the Mend


It’s a week past, I offered to do the fishing report…got tied up with a 7 day work week..and the weekend is gone but for the memory (and the Jack in the freezer!) It’s now a Wednesday night, 4 long meetings today with a 5am start. It is now 9.30pm and once again, I am drawn back to realize this great obsession some of us have with fishing! I’ve got the urge to write you a little story. Man, I love fishing.

Up here in Cairns, the big wet is finally over…I had the day off from my game of real estate. Les asks, “So Babe…where do you want to go?” My choice, you bewdy! Liverpool Creek’s my pick for poison. Les & I have snuck down for a peek at this beautiful little river a few times this year, only to be disappointed by bright orange waters as the river banks & hillsides have bled mud for months, Cyclone Yasi has absolutely devastated the place. It has been kind of like looking in to see if your old friend is still breathing..her heart beat is still there, her beauty gone. The trees have been stripped of any dignity, old, crooked hands reach up into the sky, dotted over the bald heads of the hills. Very sad. We had been reminiscing only 2 months ago about how wonderful it was to see everything finally recovering, lush & green after Cyclone Larry in 2006 had wrecked the place. Liverpool is smashed up badly this time.

Crooked Hands reaching for the sky!

Badly eroded bank side

What a thrill to drive over the hill & see the river running crystal clear! We were feeling lucky, the sun was shining bright, barely a cloud in the sky. An esky full of kiwi cooking, the water was dead flat & the local Council had even spread a new layer of gravel down the boat ramp, usually skid row with bare clay and a rock drop off. Gently slipping into the water, rig the rods, slap on the sunscreen & you turn around to survey the scene. Breathtakingly beautiful, steam rising from clear water. Like a cancer patient, her hair is recovering. Green tuffs of ferns & fresh green leaves are popping out of the the slender trunks forming a guard of honour along this little piece of paradise, Liverpool Creek.




At the ramp!



Tidal Mangrove Zone

For those of you that don’t know, Les & I are fiercely competitive…he is the official Fish Whisperer, I, the apprentice. It is still a bloody good competition. (I LOVE it when I win, he is still the best) The lures of choice first up are Leads High Jackers. Les is into his flavour of the month- an orange/brown colour. I’m into green today. Don’t worry, I have a small plastic bucket with 4 more different colours in case this one doesn’t work. I need a quick change in case Les starts beating me! He laughs at me. He will use 2 lures all day, generally a High Jacker or a deep diver. He has experience on his side you see.

A quick run up the river literally brings tears to your eyes, the river banks are exposed with old junk from years gone by…kind of interesting though. Old cart wheels, bits & and pieces of old sugar cane equipment, roofs swept into the trees by Yasi, grand old trees slipping to their death after a hundred years of pride. Oh so sad…almost as sad as the two boats we pass. Dads & sons in their little punts out to conker the mighty barra.

“There’s nothin’here mate!” they holler. Poor buggers.

Old tin iron from someones roof

Our favourite spot looms, it is so hard to recognize! The structure is all different, the weed beds vanished, trees broken. Les casts once, he casts twice. He’s on! The best barra of the day! A 55cm beauty. Always nerve racking to get such a good fish so early…sometimes the rest of the day can seem disappointing. It takes us 100+ casts to get the next one. Only 50 metres of river bank left intact on the entire river. Another blast up the river on the high tide, the plan was to drift back on the out. Did we have a ball!



First (and biggest barra)



Note how healthy and shiny the juveniles are

Not an easy day, but a steady day of total excitement, excellent fun & tough competition between ourselves ( I still maintain that Sooty’s should not be counted Les) No fish on the banks at all. 100% of what we scored was on the creek run outs or on structure nearby. The tally mounted. We lost count of our numbers. I took photos of each one caught…that makes the counting fair. Besides that, I am Les Marshes official photographer so pardon me if we go overboard with the photos sometimes. It’s my fault. I love my camera almost as much as the fishing. Les has lost his favourite 3” Jack Lure. (Okay, he used 3 lures today!) He jumps about like Rumplestiltskin, swearing like a bogan. I’m onto my 4th lure of choice, but I’ve nailed it. I’m onto them-I’m 5 ahead of Les. The fish are loving brown today. Funny how sometimes they go for the red lures (when the berries are falling off the trees) or they are into blues & greens. (Is that when frogs are attempting to cross the rivers?) Les studies his 5 tier tackle box full of lures & gleefully squints at a replacement pale green one in the sunlight. He’s cranking again & back in the race.

Old "fill" exposed by the floods

Nice jack Debbie!

The only bit of bankside weed bed left in the river!

The total tally? 37 BARRA! None (surprise, surprise) legal. 1 fat Sooty, 8 Mangrove Jacks & 12 Jungle Perch. What a blast! The score ended up 27-30 to Les. Not bad considering he has to drive the boat as well.

The only sooty of the trip

Its getting late now - where are those lights?

What an absolutely wonderful day, one of the best I have ever had in my short 4 years of barra fishing & judging by the look on Les’s face, he would agree. Some of these rivers may look pretty ragged but I guess Mother nature will always recover. The cyclone has given the barra more structure on the river beds, the system is very much alive and well. I’m buying Les a set of navigation lights…why should we stop fishing at 6.30pm? Rest well my beauty…we’ll be back!

Kind regards, Debbie (for Les Ha ha!)

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