After a bit of a camping and fishing drought we headed off for a quick midweek camp to Wilbinga, just north of Perth. Along for the ride came two past outbackjoe visitors – Hong, of BFC fame, and Malcolm, who met us for a tour around NT a couple of years ago (the trip that landed my first barra). Plus one other chap, Bruce, came along. All four of us in the Hilux.
It was bullcrap windy the for the entire camp. The southerlies kicked and, along with a beach inundated with weed, blew our fishing hopes away. We knew the southerlies were picking up so we camped on the south side of a dune. It helped but the wind wrapped around from the beach so we parked up the hilux alongside. Still not good enough, we partially buried the hilux to make a nice air tight wind break. You can see in the photo the wind eventually worked its way through the sand below the rear door.
We tried fishing but after a couple of casts in the gale force winds only to retrieve seaweed after seaweed we retreated back to the shelter of our camp. Bait was of no use to us so we chucked it all for the pelicans.
A camp oven roast was cooked up on the second night. We forgot to bring salt but luckily Hong had some cup-a-soup packets in his backpack. Worked a treat. Unfortunately without Sharni’s expertise in camp ovens we ended up burning the vegies pretty good. The chicken withstood the heat ok and was quite delicious.
Categories: Fishing, Western Australia
did wedge island last week and same thing. wind and weed. second night wind dropped about 1930 and three mullaway in a hour.filletted mine at home and cooked in butter. beautiful.
awesome man how did you manage the weed at night? Without the wind were you able to pick your spots and avoid the weed or something? Otherwise I find weed at night even more demotivating than during the day. Nice work on the mulloway! What bait? Mullies?
mullies yes. wind was bad but that one hour of wind change it was totally calm.even the weed improved.filleted mine when i got home and pan cooked.loverly tucker.
Sweet man good job, I’m jealous. Since the wind meant I got on the beers early I was probably too drunk to notice any calm periods for fishing.