After overnighting at Coral Bay, we would have just picked up supplies in Carnarvon then headed out to Point Quobba, but one of us needed to see a doctor for a minor medical condition and couldn't get an appointment until next day so we found a camp site at the nearest caravan park nearest to the Carnarvon town centre. Bro's research had identified 1 mile Jetty as a famous fishing spot, so we headed to a tackle shop and acquired more gear. While I was off getting bread and looking for a place to process the underwater camera film, the boys got accosted by a policeman who was concerned they weren't in school. When Fabian didn't know where his parents were, his concern increased, luckily they accepted his story that they were travelling around Australia.
One mile jetty seemed a lot longer than one mile, especially with the wind howling across it. We hunkered down out the end as the sun set and started fishing off the downwind side. A group of fishermen - maybe vietnamese - were defying the wind and casting their lines off the upwind side. Apparently that side has a deep hole with large Mullaway. One of them landed a couple of good tailor, then I hooked one. It was pretty big and when the line on my small reel snapped as soon as I tried to lift the fish up out of the water. a bit later though, Bro hooked the biggest dart anyone on the jetty had ever seen.
He couldn't lift it out of the water with my large rod. It was 67cm long and fed us for two nights. The second meal was a delicious fish curry concocted by Maggie.
We worked for another day then fished another night. This time no fish at all, just the howling wind but we got a spot in the little shelter out on the jetty.
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