Statistics For The Second Big Trip

Days On The Road  :  108

Distance Travelled (Car)  :  9,311 Kms

Distance Travelled (Caravan)  :  5,870 Kms

Fuel Used (Ltrs)  :  1,688  (Costing $2,491)

Ltrs Fuel Used Per 100 Kms  :  18.13

Average Cost Per Night Stay (Powered Site + Free Camping)  :  $24.54

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Back To Pelican Waters

Aug 11 to 15  With one final stop at Agnes Waters and a free camp just north of Gympie, we finish this journey as we enter Pelican Waters. Now we start planning the big one which starts in October …

     

Free Camping At St Lawrence

Aug 8 to 10  A stop for 3 days to free camp at St Lawrence was another good example of how enjoyable free camping can be. Our newly acquired generator performed admirably and full water tanks lasted the length of our stay. St Lawrence is approx 800 Kms north of Brisbane. At the 2006 census the town and the surrounding area had a population of 195. Once a prosperous port town, exporting cattle from the hinterland, most residents are now railway workers. 

        

One morning our quiet peace was shattered by the sound of an American police siren as the first of 85 (yes, 85!) loud vehicles shot into town. The 2012 Cane and Cotton Variety Bash had arrived. This is part of the Variety charity which raises funds for children and schools in the outback, all over Australia. Each vehicle in this rally had raised at least $8,000 for the charity – the minimum amount required for them to be able to take part. What a fantastic group of people with a great vision.

     

Farewell Groper Creek

Aug 7  After a week at Groper Creek which has been great fun and has flown by our last evening is highlighted with a communal cooking and eating of a joint effort seafood paella. Contributions of seafood (and chorizo sausage) were fashioned into a tasty dish by Merv and Steve and anyone else who wanted to have a stir. A lovely evening to end our stay at Groper Creek. We will be back!!

  

A Fishing Tale

Aug 6  First point – if you are not interested in fishing then exit the blog and go and check your emails because this tale is about the story of one of Australia’s iconic fish – the barramundi (‘barra’ to the locals). For those with an interest in fishing please bear with Bob for this story. It will also go some way to prove the theory that you do not have to be mad to like fishing but it does help.

Most fishermen who go to Groper Creek chase the elusive ‘barra’. Those with boats are at an advantage because they can cover a lot of river territory with live bait and lures to catch their prize – and quite a few are successful. However, if you do not have a boat then you are limited to casting in hope from the river’s edge … or …

The locals are aware that sometimes the barra appear under the jetty by the boat ramp just after high tide on the runout tide. In fact, Bob had seen them one evening but they could not be enticed by a lure. They seemed only to be interested in live bait.

On Sunday morning around 9 am after a high tide overnight, all the locals were talking about the flathead ‘pads’ that showed that a lot of quite large flathead (another iconic Aussie fish that tastes delicious) were around. So, since we were due to leave Groper Creek on Tuesday, Bob decides to try for a flathead or two overnight on Sunday when the high tide was just after midnight. Bear with me … the story now starts …

First requirement was for some fresh live bait. So off to the jetty with the cast net to try for some prawns. The best place to cast for prawns is right under the jetty so Bob lies on his stomach and reaches out from the third step and casts in hope … success – a good haul of live juicy large prawns … step one is complete. The prawns go into the bucket with water from the river and the battery operated aerator is switched on to keep them alive for the night’s adventure.

High tide is due at half past midnight so Bob sets the alarm for midnight. When the iPhone alarm interrupts a dream it is a toss up as to return to the dream or get up in the cold and go fishing … never in doubt – fishing it is.

Fortunately there is a street light at the end of the jetty so Bob pops a juicy live prawn on the hook and casts towards the area where all the flathead were theoretically waiting to pounce. 5 .. 10 .. 15 .. 20 minutes later – not a sausage ! Bob was determined to get a flathead so another 25 minutes go by … without any interest shown by the potential prey.

It is now about 1:30 am and Bob wanders to the end of the jetty and tries casting out for anything that may be around … luckily he manages to bag a feed of River Jewfish – nowhere as exciting as the flathead that was the original potential prize. But hang on a moment … what is that swirl Bob notices immediately below him not 2 metres away ? It can’t be ? Surely not ? There is a school of garfish swimming just off the jetty and a much larger fish is showing interest in them. Could it be ? Maybe a b.b.b.barra?

Quickly Bob chooses the largest, most lively and juiciest live prawn from the bait bucket, mounts it carefully on the hook and lowers it 18 inches in front of the dark shape casually swimming below. The shape shows interest but then backs away. A slight shake of the rod and … WHACK … all hell breaks loose as the barra inhales the prawn amid a huge splash of water.

Bob’s pacemaker works its miracles and manages to keep the heartrate below 250 ! Now the battle begins. The barra knows that salvation lies in the many snags that lie 3 metres below the jetty. Bob knows this also and  panic sets in. Now is not the time to think about the knots that were tied in haste … would they hold ? … nor to worry about not having a landing net to help get the barra to dry land.

After some time, the barra was landed but not before it gave a last jump just as Bob grabbed the nylon fishing line … not the best idea as Bob’s bandaged finger will now bear witness to. But the barra was finally landed successfully and hauled back to the caravan. Siobhan did not know what was happenning when Bob woke her up with the immortal words ‘Come and look what I’ve got’.

After a sleepless night Bob wandered over to the filleting area with the prized barra and may have walked quite slowly passed a few other fishermen just in case they might miss what he was carrying. One of our neighbours, Ray, an experienced barra man, kindly helped Bob with the filleting process and even showed him how to cut the barra ‘wings’ (some people swear they are the beat part of the fish) which were enjoyed for lunch the following day. The rest of the barra is divided up into portions that will give us at least 5 good dinners of the finest eating fish in Queensland.

As a final note to this tale … there was a queue of fishermen who all set their alarms for the high tide the following night – without success !!

   

More Of Groper Creek

Jul 30 to Aug 7  Groper Creek is so much fun that we change our travel plans to stay for one more week. So after one night at the Home Hill racecourse free camping, it is back to Groper Creek for a week. So … more fishing … crabbing … catching prawns … We play a round of golf at Ayr Golf Club with its famous fairways lined with hundreds of mango trees. One of our fellow campers, Merv, is kind enough to offer Bob a days fishing in his boat – resulting in 3 queensfish and a mudcrab. The mudcrab was delicious cooked as Singaporean Chilli Crab.