One fish two fish (or maybe even no fish) - 8th July 2016

Yet again I woke up to the unpleasant feeling of sun beating through hot canvas, and yet again, guess who's writing the blog! Today, we woke up at the usual time of around 6, and quickly fed ourselves cereal (although mum almost needed a cheer squad to stomach the Muesli that Larry purchased), before once again making the long drive toward the station.  I have become an expert gate opener and shutter by now.

Yesterday, we had decided that we (Larry and mum), wanted to go fishing, and today was the day that they would. Getting there, I enquired if I could come along without paying, and I was assured that that was alright. Piling into the back of a 4 wheel drive charter vehicle  (one of the ones with chairs that line the wall in the back) ie a troop carrier, before the driver hurtled us toward the first possible fishing spot.

Getting there proved to be an informative experience, as we learnt about why this place has the 'HV8' everywhere (the Cattle branding that this place used), and various other little facts that proved to fill the drive from the station to the fishing spot.

Once there, Mum, Larry and I were told that we could come and observe as one of the instructors caught live bait. Larry watched on enviously as the instructor cast the throw net with practised ease.  The apparent fishing, went well, as the live bait drew the attention of worthy prey. The Kites hovered above, showing much more interest in the fish than the Barramundi that we came out there to catch.

After everyone's failure to catch something (I was one of three to not fail, as the instructors and I weren't fishing), it was decided that that location was too uneventful, and that another location should  prove to have better results. Jumping back into the off road, 8 man rocket, we once again shot toward our next location (much to the protest of several trees, a couple of corrugations, and one very dirt covered mother).

The next place proved to be nearly as eventless as the previous location, with the exception of one of the group members catching a shark, for a brief moment (before it decided that it did actually value its freedom). Leaving the second location proved once again that the workers don't really mind if they rough-up the station's cars, as the instructor reversed himself into a dead tree, before exclaiming "She'll be right" and deciding that forward was now a viable choice of movement.

Once back, at the station, Larry purchased some milk, mum purchased her customary souvenir fridge magnet, along with a high-electrolyte sports energy drink, and we again made our way along the track, toward our caravan, where we spent the rest of the evening watching the sunset, whilst trying not to let our heads droop.

I was very displeased to be served pasta parcels for dinner but I made the best of it and forced down a huge bowlful.