Now, I know this will be controversial and I am not really trying to stir the pot, but I want to know why all the hype about barra fishing.
I have been lucky enough to be in a place to pursue barra twice in my life. A few years back I took a trip to Darwin and fished Corroboree Billabong. We trawled around from dawn until about lunchtime and caught a few cat fish, a few saratoga and one barra, about 40cm. Not huge I know.
The second time was late last year at Weipa. Two mates and I spent a day up in the river systems and caught at least 20 odd barra. My mate scored the magic 100cm specimen and my best was 82cm. I caught about 10 others, the smallest of which was about 70cm (yes, Weipa rocks).
Before I tell you about the barra fight, I want to tell you about the day before. We went out wide looking for queenfish and GT’s. We found both in abundance! When fishing for GT’s we dropped the soft plastic to the bottom, felt it bump a long a bit then BANG! The reel screamed, I nearly go over the front side, I feel like the rod, the reel and the line are all going to give up, then … snap like a tow rope breaking, I’m busted off on the reef. The line parts so suddenly, I nearly fall out the back side of the boat. Repeat this about three or four times before I get one up off the reef, fight him like crazy for about 5mins, and finally drag him up. This is with 80lb braid on a Saltiga Expedition rod and reel. When I finally get the GT in the boat, he is about 50cm long. We repeated this all morning and it was mind blowing.
Now back to the barra fight. We are slow trawling in some very shallow channels, not more than a metre or two at best. My lure is bumping along and I have been collecting quite a bit of weed. I am sitting there, and the rod gets a bit heavy. Bugger, more weed. Hmmm, feels like a lot of weed, maybe I have caught another stick. Winding it in is a bit tedious and takes about 10 seconds. I finally get the lure near the boat and what do you know, an 82cm barra. The guide gets the net, and the barra is in the boat, measured, photo and sent back on his way. 10 mins later, my mates reel gives a short wizzzz. He starts winding in and the barra launches with one or two spectacular jumps. A couple of laps around the boat and a 100cm barra is netted, photographed and sent on his way as well. Everyone is chuffed with the magic tonne barra. A real trophy.
The guide, great bloke, is beaming ear to ear saying how fantastic it is. My mate is thrilled. I am quietly thinking to myself. What a load of crap, give me 50cm GT’s over 70cm + barra any day. This bull sh!t. Lets get back out to the GT’s.
Later in the pub at the end of the trip, the three of us are recounting our favourite moments. Me, easy, GT’s and trolling for big 100cm+ queenfish. Mate number 1, the three meter shark he caught (because it was so big), Mate number 2, the 100cm barra. Why? I asked him. Because it was 100cm and that is a trophy fish. Yes, I agree with him. A 100cm barra is a trophy fish, but what about the fight. How was it compared to the GT’s, queenfish, tuna, coral trout, jew fish? Well, no he says, it was nowhere near as good as any of that, but it was a 100cm barra. I can’t argue, but I am still thinking, compared to many, many other saltwater species, barra suck. What must a 100cm GT be like!
Cheers, Al (and lets continue the search for real fish )