Cape York report
- Broomstick
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Cape York report
G’day mates,
I’ve just come back from a fishing trip to Cape York and in short, it was amazing. It was beautiful, the weather was spot on, there were fish everywhere, and I got to share the experience with my old man and a group of legends. Unfortunately, my camera died on the second day so we had to rely on our phones for a lot of the trip, but luckily this place is so beautiful, it practically photographs itself.
So the trip started with a night in Cairns:
We arrived around at the Continental hotel around midday and even though we had a week of solid fishing ahead of us, I was absolutely hanging to wet a line. Luckily a couple of the other fellas are as mad as me so we hired a car and drove to a little stream about an hour outside of Cairns, where I’ve caught plenty of jungle perch and sooties in the past:
It was as beautiful as I remembered and first cast, I had a cute little sooty on the bank:
Not a bad start. Over the next couple of hours we all managed a handful of sooties each, ranging from small:
To tiny:
To downright scary:
I’m not sure what was wrong with this poor fish - anyone got any ideas? Disease? Fungal infection? Zombie fish?
Whatever it was, it must have scared all the jungle perch away. But it really didn’t matter:
So after a restless night and a short flight, we finally landed in Cape York:
Our host for the week - ‘Bully’ from Bully’s fishing camp and boat hire - met us at the airport and took us to our accommodation in a little town called Bamaga, which is about 40km from the northernmost tip of Australia. Our rooms were extremely comfortable and the location was beautiful (this was the view from our decking):
After unpacking our luggage Bully gave us a quick rundown of how the place worked. We had use of two 4WD’s and four boats – two 18 foot centre consoles for blue water work, and two 14 foot tinnies fitted with electric’s for the estuaries:
We were pretty much left to our own devices – we could take out as many boats as we wanted each day, and fish wherever we wanted. There were pro’s and con’s to this arrangement. We didn’t have a local guide fishing with us each day, which meant we definitely didn’t catch as many fish as we could have. But we had the independence and freedom to fish wherever we wanted, whenever we wanted. And any fish we did catch were so much more satisfying. Personally, I absolutely loved the arrangement.
We spent the first few days fishing the blue water. Our days alternated between trolling for mackerel:
Throwing little stickbaits and poppers on the shallow reefs for countless coral trout and other little reefies:
Popping for GT’s:
Pulling up for lunch on deserted beaches and catching small pelagics off the sand:
(with one eye always on the lookout for crocs):
Dropping jigs on schools of queenies and trevs:
More mackerel (with the odd dirty couta throwin in):
Dropping plastics in deeper water for bigger reefies (and other weird ooglies):
Swimming at deserted beaches:
Throwing slugs at schools of tuna:
Flicking lures in our own private lagoons:
And more bloody mackerel (including a few that didn’t make it to the boat):
And if we got home early enough and we weren’t completely fished out, we could pop down to the local wharf at Seisia:
And catch endless little queenies and trevs on surface (pretty good fun on bream gear):
There were SO many fish that I didn’t photograph, and the whole time I was cursing my broken camera, but you get the idea. It was brilliant. And we were treated to fresh fish and tinnies every night for dinner:
After having our fill of reefies and pelagics, dad and I spent the next couple of days in the Jacky Jacky River:
We had a blast casting at snags, catching a heap of different species including tarpon:
Jack’s:
GT’s (check the colour variation):
Cod:
HEAPS of nice fingermark (we couldn’t get away from them):
And of course, Barra (although a all the bigger models eluded us):
And if the fish ever went a bit quiet, we whipped out the bream gear and racked up the species:
On our penultimate day we decided to hire a guide who took us through a maze of mangroves and little creeks to a remote river called Escape. Unfortunately, none of us had a working camera on board, which was a disaster as it was without a doubt our best day fishing (big barra, jacks, cod etc) and the location was stunning. But sometimes it’s nice to just enjoy the moment and not worry about taking snaps (HA who am I kidding, I was bloody FILTHY with myself).
On our final day we decided to take a break from fishing and drive to the very tip of the Australian continent. After stopping for lunch at yet another beautiful beach:
And hiking over a rocky outcrop:
We arrived at the tip:
We couldn’t help but have a quick flick (here’s my old man landing the tiniest cod in the world at the tip of Australia):
And before we knew it, the trip was over. It truly was a wonderful trip – I can’t recommend Bully’s fishing camp and boat hire enough enough. A huge thanks to Cam (forum member GTShoon) for inviting me, and his dad Mal, our organizer and spiritual leader – you’re absolute legends. It’s safe to say I’ll definitely be going back!
Cheers!
I’ve just come back from a fishing trip to Cape York and in short, it was amazing. It was beautiful, the weather was spot on, there were fish everywhere, and I got to share the experience with my old man and a group of legends. Unfortunately, my camera died on the second day so we had to rely on our phones for a lot of the trip, but luckily this place is so beautiful, it practically photographs itself.
So the trip started with a night in Cairns:
We arrived around at the Continental hotel around midday and even though we had a week of solid fishing ahead of us, I was absolutely hanging to wet a line. Luckily a couple of the other fellas are as mad as me so we hired a car and drove to a little stream about an hour outside of Cairns, where I’ve caught plenty of jungle perch and sooties in the past:
It was as beautiful as I remembered and first cast, I had a cute little sooty on the bank:
Not a bad start. Over the next couple of hours we all managed a handful of sooties each, ranging from small:
To tiny:
To downright scary:
I’m not sure what was wrong with this poor fish - anyone got any ideas? Disease? Fungal infection? Zombie fish?
Whatever it was, it must have scared all the jungle perch away. But it really didn’t matter:
So after a restless night and a short flight, we finally landed in Cape York:
Our host for the week - ‘Bully’ from Bully’s fishing camp and boat hire - met us at the airport and took us to our accommodation in a little town called Bamaga, which is about 40km from the northernmost tip of Australia. Our rooms were extremely comfortable and the location was beautiful (this was the view from our decking):
After unpacking our luggage Bully gave us a quick rundown of how the place worked. We had use of two 4WD’s and four boats – two 18 foot centre consoles for blue water work, and two 14 foot tinnies fitted with electric’s for the estuaries:
We were pretty much left to our own devices – we could take out as many boats as we wanted each day, and fish wherever we wanted. There were pro’s and con’s to this arrangement. We didn’t have a local guide fishing with us each day, which meant we definitely didn’t catch as many fish as we could have. But we had the independence and freedom to fish wherever we wanted, whenever we wanted. And any fish we did catch were so much more satisfying. Personally, I absolutely loved the arrangement.
We spent the first few days fishing the blue water. Our days alternated between trolling for mackerel:
Throwing little stickbaits and poppers on the shallow reefs for countless coral trout and other little reefies:
Popping for GT’s:
Pulling up for lunch on deserted beaches and catching small pelagics off the sand:
(with one eye always on the lookout for crocs):
Dropping jigs on schools of queenies and trevs:
More mackerel (with the odd dirty couta throwin in):
Dropping plastics in deeper water for bigger reefies (and other weird ooglies):
Swimming at deserted beaches:
Throwing slugs at schools of tuna:
Flicking lures in our own private lagoons:
And more bloody mackerel (including a few that didn’t make it to the boat):
And if we got home early enough and we weren’t completely fished out, we could pop down to the local wharf at Seisia:
And catch endless little queenies and trevs on surface (pretty good fun on bream gear):
There were SO many fish that I didn’t photograph, and the whole time I was cursing my broken camera, but you get the idea. It was brilliant. And we were treated to fresh fish and tinnies every night for dinner:
After having our fill of reefies and pelagics, dad and I spent the next couple of days in the Jacky Jacky River:
We had a blast casting at snags, catching a heap of different species including tarpon:
Jack’s:
GT’s (check the colour variation):
Cod:
HEAPS of nice fingermark (we couldn’t get away from them):
And of course, Barra (although a all the bigger models eluded us):
And if the fish ever went a bit quiet, we whipped out the bream gear and racked up the species:
On our penultimate day we decided to hire a guide who took us through a maze of mangroves and little creeks to a remote river called Escape. Unfortunately, none of us had a working camera on board, which was a disaster as it was without a doubt our best day fishing (big barra, jacks, cod etc) and the location was stunning. But sometimes it’s nice to just enjoy the moment and not worry about taking snaps (HA who am I kidding, I was bloody FILTHY with myself).
On our final day we decided to take a break from fishing and drive to the very tip of the Australian continent. After stopping for lunch at yet another beautiful beach:
And hiking over a rocky outcrop:
We arrived at the tip:
We couldn’t help but have a quick flick (here’s my old man landing the tiniest cod in the world at the tip of Australia):
And before we knew it, the trip was over. It truly was a wonderful trip – I can’t recommend Bully’s fishing camp and boat hire enough enough. A huge thanks to Cam (forum member GTShoon) for inviting me, and his dad Mal, our organizer and spiritual leader – you’re absolute legends. It’s safe to say I’ll definitely be going back!
Cheers!
Last edited by Broomstick on Wed Dec 07, 2016 9:04 am, edited 1 time in total.
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Re: Cape York report
Once again a fantastic report always leaving me wanting more :a_goodjob: It's also great that you can fish with your old man and good friends in such beautiful and remote places. :cheers:
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Re: Cape York report
The sheer number and variety of fish up there leaves me drooling. Sounds like a fantastic trip
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Re: Cape York report
Top report and pics again Broomy, :thumbsup: cheers davo
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But it's an even better feeling releasing them
But it's an even better feeling releasing them
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Re: Cape York report
Mate, absolutely awesome! Great report and nice pics.
Out of interest, how much approximately did it cost to do something like that? It's something I would love to do in the future.
Also, were those centre consoles Brooker boats?
Out of interest, how much approximately did it cost to do something like that? It's something I would love to do in the future.
Also, were those centre consoles Brooker boats?