9 hours travel to fish for one day ( and a sneaky 2 hour sesh this morning)
Bloody cold Friday night.
Bloody colder Saturday morning.
Bugger all sleep (need to stop sitting around camp fires yakking and drinking bundies)
Bigest god damn cat fish Ive ever caught.
Was it worth it??
Fished hard with good mate Noel, and we ate roast chicken with veg, sampled a few cold bevies around the fire and caught up with Dave and that famous port.
Dam pretty as a picture.
Quiet at the camp ground, quieter on the water.
Metery number 11 for the year graced the mat, and swam off strong.
Damn right it was worth it!