The two photos above are of one of our camps at the Cox's Crossing which could be crossed when the tides were low....its mainly fresh but at the end of the tidal influence
This is a 126cm, the biggest we landed down there, but we saw bigger ones
This is a typical barra..
and there are queenies galore....
all big and right up into the fresh. we lived on these and favoured them over barra
The girls had a ball with the queenies, and on fly they really give you a run for your money here are a few action shots
Cathie into a queenie
Cathie into another with Darryl and Tony coming up the River
Virginia on a queenie
Her mum, Sophie with another
Virginia with one of her queenies
Kyla with a pair of queenies and one on the table for filleting
The fly got hooked in the fin of this one....
..but Cathie still got it in.
Pete with Richard and another typical queenie
Gemma and Renee..now in their teens will probably cringe at the photos...
we had a blow up pool down there for the kids, so they didn't have to go near the water because of crocs, it was about two metre round and half a metre high. When we caught bait we put it into the pool and the kids would dive for them...kept them happy. But our dog bert would jump in and eat any of the bait he could catch.
We did it really tough...like most our camps...
and the card games were very serious...
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