We left the Nanga Bay Resort heading for the Western most point of Australia. Oops forgot to fuel up so back we went to Nanga Bay Resort. Fuel filled tanks and off we went.

The 140km drive was mostly gravel so we pulled up and deflated the tyres. The road varied quite a bit as some sections were very sandy and momentum was required. We even drove along the beach for a while until we arrived at the Ranger Station. We paid for our overnight stay and headed to the cliff camp sites. The Beach camp sites were all full and pre booked some 10 months in advance. The views from the cliffs were breath taking. It was obviously the place to go fishing as there were numerous rod holders along the cliff edge. We set camp up strategically to try and get out of the wind.

With camp set up the boys grabbed their fishing gear and set off for the coral bay just around the corner. With the wind at their back the lures began to fly. After no success Joe changed to bait fishing using a float and soon had fish reeling in. Nothing of any size but still fun to catch. Colin
decided this was alright but had no float. He then improvised by cutting up an old thong he found along the shore line. The sun was well on its way down and Joe decided to go back to lure fishing. With the biggest popper he had, Joe launched it into the water. On his second cast the Shimarno reel began to scream. With the rod bent in half and the drag tightened Joe began to reel in. After a minute or so the fight was over. The fish had either gone under a rock or had
been taken by something bigger, twang the line snapped. Damn, Damn, Damn… or
something to that effect could be heard emanating from Joe’s direction. Colin also tried his luck with the lures and it eventually paid off. Col reeled in a good sized Barracuda and it was decided to keep it for bait for the next morning.