Crab Creek (secret fishing spot)

We started the day with Bacon Butties, Terry’s favs. I had to say they were most enjoyable! It was then decided that we’d go fishing. Terry suggested we head out to his favourite Crab Creek in search of fishing delicacies. We found the tide right out when we arrived at the beach. Midget and BJ went straight to work getting in a mess. I wish I had the camera with me as Midget looked a shock. Actually she looked like a Blue Healer after running what looked like in slow motion around in the mud. In some parts she sank up to her tummy in the thick grey mud. The moist mud was full of Mud Skips about 5-10cm long. Midget being the fisherdog that she is, thought this was Christmas. Given there was just a inch of water or so, she ran here and ran there, until she was grey all over with mud, and totally warn out. BJ not one for getting his feet wet, also had a ball rolling in dead fish and generally going out and exploring and enjoying his new nickname we’d given him “Daktari” – the great white hunter.

We walked several kilometres along the beach mesmerised by the many different types of shells and rocks scattered in the sand. We collected what we believe are fossilised tree roots and possibly fossilised mangrove root bulbs. They have an iron like appearance, and are really heavy.

Ange & Terry picked us up further up the beach and we drove around looking for the entrance to Dampier Creek. We then decided that it was so hard all this non-fishing stuff that we should head over to the Fishing Club (that they’d just joined) and enjoy a quiet drink or three.

We finished off the evening polishing off the millionth meal provided by Kev’s donation of stunning steaks, French lamb cutlets and sausages from his favourite Mandurah butcher! Yummo. Ange turned the last of the steaks into marinated gourmet delights topped with caramelised onions and mushrooms on a mash. What a delight!