We finally got underway and headed west toward Surat. Parking the trailer on a friend’s 25,000 acres we intended to put in a good week or so chasing the pigs that flourish amongst the sorghum and mung bean crops.
Well we got five days in and then a major rain event started happening in central Queensland.

I know where this water ends up; Lake Eyre, and to get there it has to go past where we had dropped anchor for a while.
The decision was made to bail out of Queensland and head into New South Wales. As we did the rivers and creeks rose behind us and a number of detours had to be taken to get into South Australia.

A bridge washed away at Bourke necessitated a detour cross country through flooded flat countryside. The water over the bitumen was only 20 cm deep but there was lots of it. Kilometres in fact!
We pulled up in the Riverland South Australia and spent a week rounding up the feral goat population.

Leaving the trailer there Anne and I headed to Vanuatu to cover a photo shoot that came up at short notice.
The fishing there is brilliant if you like getting your arms pulled off! Gigantic dog too tuna, lots of reef dwellers and high speed pelagic keep one occupied. The scenery is second to none and staying at the newly named ‘Trees And Fishes” resort on the shores of Havana Harbour one could not get a more idyllic place in the South Pacific.
Six days later we were back in Oz and back to the trailer in the Riverland.Son Damien has got the waters off Adelaide well and truly wired for big snapper so it was off to there for a week of appointments and plenty of snapper.

Due to commitments I fished just two mornings but between Damien, Jarrad and myself we caught 10 fish between 9.2 and 12.5 kg. Damien went out the third morning and nailed another five beauties.
From there we had to make a move northwards to get to the Daly River in time to film the DVD for the Barra Nationals, run by the Palmerston Game Fishing Club.
I had got access to a large sheep station in the remote north of SA (500.000 hectares in fact) on the way and headed in there to check out the camel population.

Jarrad met us at Glendambo and joined in the hunt.
Six days was spent hunting the camels which appeared to be non-existent save for some hoof prints here and there that were fresh. Skeletal remains were many! Hundreds in fact.

Big rain events to the north had made it easy for the feral camel population to stay put rather than to  move south to the Dog Fence where we were shooting.
Subsequently no camels but we put a small dent in the feral dog and dingo population as well as that of the feral fox.
With the trailer hitched up we made out way on the rough track, 200km back to the bitumen and turned left for the NT.
I hope the barra are more plentiful than the camels!
Good fishing and hunting folks!