Another year, another trip up north. Things were a little different this time round with the estuaries giving us nothing of great note. So following the adage “fish where the fish are”, we put our boots on and headed into the freshwater.
Barely penetrable jungle, long distances, high temperatures and higher humidity kept us out of mischief, and the crocs kept us honest. But we found fish.
The motto of the trip became “we didn’t catch many fish, but what we did catch we worked bloody hard for!” Here are a couple of the highlights of another fantastic couple of weeks!
A giant golden orb spider (Nephila pilipes) hunting over a small creek. The colours are amazing.
A beautiful fish in beautiful country – no wonder jungle perch have somewhat of a cult following.
A different catch for me, there were a few snakehead gudgeon (Giuris margaritacea) getting about in the rainforest streams.
A solid fish is unhooked before release.
A colony of native bees was an interesting sight.
Larger sooties give a good account of themselves in snaggy country!
A big-noting yellow-spotted monitor (Varanus panoptes)
I managed to find a couple of cracker saratoga, my target species for the trip!
Dad getting the runaround from a big barra.
There were plenty of crocs in this stretch of river.
This bloke got a shock after he walked right into me.
Not a bad breakkie