Hi All
Just a quick report on the camping adventure. Set up camp on Monday at the Elanda Point camp ground and settled in to a few hundred beers and a great feed which pretty much wiped out the rest of Monday in fine fashion.
Next day we headed on down to the lake so that the kids could have a swim etc and I took the opportunity to wet a line. Unfortunately no action there but the kids had a great time.
Wednesday we pissed the women off to Eumundi for the day to hit the markets and we (we being myself, bro in law Shannon and father in law Fard) being the top blokes that we are took all the kids (all 6) on a bush walk up to Mill Point. Very interesting spot with bits of the old milling equipment sitting there rusting away. Amazing to see the pictures of what the place looked like before they decimated the landscape - some massive trees were felled there back in the mid 1800's. Anyway, once again set the kids up in the water for a play and I threw a line out - one again though no joy.
Thursday was our day to fish and we organised to hire a boat for the day. Headed out at about 8.30 in the morning and made our way up to Fig Tree Pt eventually, dropping a few pots off along the way - I say eventually because due to my fine navigational skills we had to resort to Fard's iPhone to GPS where the hell we were in relation to where we were supposed to be! But anyway, we eventually got to where we wanted.
Anchored up just up past the information centre and dropped the lines in. Within only minutes I get smashed by what would turn out to be a PB Bream - not massive but still pretty darn good for me.
Unfortunately, for what was a decent sized bream it really didn't go as hard as I would have expected. I think it may have been to do with the amount of fresh running in? Anyway, this looked like a good start and we were pretty sure we would end up with a good feed of Breamies but alas this was not to be... From them on in it was catfish central. Still good fun catching them but after the first 20 odd it gets a bit dull. I did however get another PB with this bloke:
At about 4 we started packing up and given we hadn't caught enough bream for a meal we let the big guy go. On the way back we pulled the pots and were stoked to find a good sized muddy. Having never caught a muddy before I made the fatal mistake of assuming I could just pick it up like a sandy.. clearly not. Reached in to the pot and grabbed it from behind and the mongrel tagged me a beauty. Reefed my hand out of the pot with said muddy attached to my index finger, screamed like a little **** and flung the damn thing right out the side of the boat. As the blood poured from my finger I'm sure it gave me the bird as it blissfully sank back down to the bottom of the lake. Hurt would be an understatement and as testament I'm learning to type without the aid of my right index finger...
Anyway, lesson learned.. next time tip the pot into the boat and step on the buggers.
All up a great trip, the kids had a ball and the place itself is well equipped especially if you have a young family. Unfortunately, not great for fishing but I guess if you had your own boat or yak you could spend more time travelling up into the fresher water for bass etc.
Cheers