(for the non-Australian readers, the title refers to a line in the very famous poem, The Man from Snowy River by Banjo Patterson. Google it and read the poem, it's great).
ANYHOW. Last Sunday morning, rather bright and early, a group of enthusiastic fisherpersons and adventure seekers rolled out in their four wheel driving glory, heading for the Secret Special Fishing Hole.
I really should contact Toyota, what a great ad for them this would be.
I know. Just us, and five vehicle loads of our closest friend ! ;-) Its a big river, plenty of space for everyone. As always, it was quite a four wheel driving adventure getting to the SSFH. Our host doesn't believe in making it easy to access the SSFH (for good reason!)
We found a spot to set up camp:
Had smoko, and then set about the serious task of fishing (which was a little disappointing: due to the nature of our wet season, all of the deep holes had filled with sand. Great for the kids, not so much for the fishing)
This one caught a fish:
This one caught a fish too, with the help of his dad:
And this one had some one on one time with her dad, and also caught a fish or two:
And they did some fish spotting, which is the closest we got to a fish for the day.
And they jumped into the icy frigid take your breath away water time and time and time again.
We had lunch:
And LOOK! I was there! See my new fishing hat? I decided that the old felt one really could handle another encounter with water, and left it at home. I do like a well made and fitting "rag" hat, and even better this one was cheap as chips at k-mart.
We've since been informed of a stretch of deeper holes downstream from this location, so it seems another trip is being planned. There is more than a touch of chill in the air mornings and evenings of late, so OF COURSE they will want to camp. Stay tuned!