Well, have just spent another cracker week end at Monduran chaseing barra in the sticks with mate Noel, been 5 months since the last cast so to say we were keen was putting it lightly.
An easy 4 hour run up the highway and a new record in setting up camp saw us on the water Saturday at lunch time, haveing a look around. That afternoon we fished a spot that had been successfull previously, but with water levels lower again, we only managed a parade of grunting catties and a number of missed barra, pulling hooks or haveing lures tossed back at us on the jump. This piece of water was a series of open stretches, each about the size of a back yard swimming pool, totally surrounded by the biggest log jam Ive ever seen, so drags were tight and no quater was given, resulting in no fish boated.
Sunday morning we fished B arm, along with the rest of the campground, a couple of dropped fish early and a heap of other boats in the area soon gave us the sh#ts, so we turned the hornet upstream, looking for some peace and quiet and hopefully a few fish.
This turned out to be the right decission, fishing a section of creek that varied between 10 to 19 foot, we landed some nice fish, includeing a new pb of 99cm for me, as well as loseing a number of good barra, filling in the time between boofs with a never ending supply of cat fish, each one bigger than the last.
Tired and sun burned, we made the call to fish the same stretch on Monday morning, then come back to camp and finish the weekend with a troll in the basin.
This was a top little session, 5 fish boated up to the high 80's, a couple lost in the sticks and Noel getting absolutely monstered by a great fish that he dragged into the open, only to see it scream across the 10 meters of reasonably clean water, screwed down drag and thumb locked, and bury him into the sticks on the other side of the creek. I found it all very funny, untill a nice fish smacked my classic between two gnarly trees and did a bit of knitting in between the timber, Noel standing at the back of the boat with a grin saying "yep, good luck getting it out of there", another classic gone.
Monday arvo saw a change in the weather, with a storm brewing we dropped the boat in around 4 for a troll in the basin, not something we normally do, but there were to many good fish being caught to not give it a go. We finished with a nice 80 for Noel, and a wet bum for the run back to the ramp.
So, no metereys for us again, but getting closer. Water temps were high, a lot of big fish were being taken in the basin on the troll, and most people we spoke to were getting a fish or three. A great trip, good company, cold beer or two and some down and dirty brawling in the sticks, does it get any better.
cheers Brian