We’ve moved up the coast from Brisbane to the resort community of Noosaville. The main resort area is on the ocean at Noosa Head – big beaches, high street full of shops, lots of people. Not, thankfully, overdeveloped like, say, Waikiki or even the Gold Coast south of Brisbane. Noosaville is a few kilometres up the Noosa a River – it is quiet, low key. And full of restaurants!
The day after we arrived we met up with a fishing guide – Wilf wanted to see if he could catch something on his fly rod. So, there we were, standing on the dock at 5:00 am. Too hot to fish later in the day!
The sun is barely up, Wilf is casting and it is raining a bit.
And at it even though it got very windy.
Wilf and Phippsy, our guide consulted about various courses of action. Phippsy decided to toss out an artificial lure with a spinning rod to see what was out there. You know what happened next, right?
I had my hands free, so he handed me the rod to land what turned out to be a big mangrove jack. With teeth!
So – I landed the only fish of the day – sorry honey…..
We also saw a Jabiru, which is an Australian stork. This one is a chick!
I am envious. Hope you are eating mango. Watch the cyclone collision when you head north.
there was frost on the roof tops again this morning…. Susan
still envious.
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