Share a Fishing Passion – Join a Local Fishing Club

Townsville Clubs

When we moved to Townsville my husband realised that I needed to join a fishing club to get together with like-minded locals and find out more about fishing. Now as you may or may not be aware, I am passionate about fishing, would fish 24/7 if I could, love it, love it, love it! The only problem was I used to flounder around, not really knowing what I was doing, dropping a badly tied fishing line in the water and relying more on luck than judgement if I caught a fish!

So, in order to gain some knowledge, we joined a fishing club in Townsville. I thought this club was pretty great to start with, full of very knowledgeable people, some of who even went fishing and seemed to know what they were talking about. It wasn’t until I had been in the club for about a year that I realised the club had issues. Now these issues were the same issues that many clubs all around the world face, money and people issues! The club was very financially solvent, and this led to bickering and arguing over how to spend the money. The meetings became more about the money less about fishing! So, when friends of ours (who had left and moved to another fishing club) told us about Alice River Anglers, we went along and promptly joined up.

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Now this was a club we could really enjoy. It was all about the fishing! The first meeting we went along to we realised that this was a group of people who really enjoyed fishing and used the club as a way to socialise with people who really enjoyed fishing.  The “business” part of the meeting was short and sweet, there were meat tray raffles and members draws every meeting, kid’s categories for weigh ins and prize draws and generally a much more sociable atmosphere. Yes, this was a club we could be happy in.

It wasn’t until we had joined this club that we actually started to catch fish by judgement rather than luck (luck still plays a huge part, but we are getting better thanks to advice and assistance from the members of Alice River). The first year there I think I only weighed in a couple of fish for the whole year, but the people in the club were all very free with their advice and assistance to enable me to improve.

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to this…….

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to this ………

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The club has a very welcoming vibe, everyone is friendly and accepting of new members. There have been some membership and people issues over the years (what club does not get them), but the President and committee have done a great job of trying to filter and resolve those issues without affecting the main club and the members. The club is run for its members, not for any financial gain or status within the community. The focus of the committee is to keep the club running smoothly and to provide a great vibe and social space for like-minded fisher people to come together and enjoy themselves. I must say they hit the target pretty well. The focus is not on growing membership (although all new members are very welcome and are made to feel part of the group instantly), nor is it on how much money they can make. It is about raising enough funds through sponsorship, membership fees and club raffles to hold two social functions a year and to provide the members with prizes for the weigh-ins.

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Club meetings

We have been at the club for about 4 years now and the year before last they introduced a female angler fishing prize. Yay! I could actually win something (as I struggle to compete with the big boys and their big fish). The club genuinely wants to encourage everyone to get out there and fish and enjoy it.

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At the end of September, we will be going up to Lucinda for our annual club trip away on the long weekend. This is a fun weekend where club members all fish the same area and then get together in the evenings for socialising, with plenty of eating and drinking. Photos will go on my Instagram after (only if I caught fish though!)

So, if you want to mix with people with the same interests as you in a friendly environment where you may make good friends and learn new things join your local fishing club. We did and have not looked back since!

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From the Banks of the Jardine

The Jardine river in the far north of Queensland is a huge body of water that starts in the mountains of the Great Dividing Range and meets the sea near Mutee Heads.

It is the largest perennial river in Queensland. For those of you who are a bit shy to look that up, it means it has continuous flow in parts of its river bed all year round. The catchment takes up the whole of the Jardine River National Park, about 3,282 square kilometres of mostly uninhabited country. So, needless to say, this river is huge!

It is also beautiful, remote, pristine and peaceful and has become my favourite place in Cape York.

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We had travelled to the Cape with two other couples and spent some time up at Loyalty Beach near Bamaga. We then decided, on our way down, we would camp at the mouth of the Jardine to spend a few days off the grid, fishing and relaxing. Off we set, in convoy, heading towards Mutee Heads and then down the dirt tracks to some camping areas on the banks of the Jardine. Now one set of friends were towing a camper trailer (you may be familiar with them from my other blogs, yes it was the Drabbles). That camper trailer had issues! One set of bearings was almost shot, and the brakes were welded on. So, we took the Prado off down the tracks to ensure that the slopes and conditions were ok for the Drabbles to follow.

As we came around a corner we encountered some very deep and soft sand and oops, just like that, were stuck. So out we get, removing the max tracks and started digging. We radioed back up to the convoy to let them know not to take the right fork and set about extracting ourselves from the very, very, very soft sand. Now it was little eerie in that we had no response on the radio, we were surrounded by bush in the middle of nowhere and we were struggling to get ourselves out of the sand. In the distance we could hear a strange noise, a mixture of whining and grinding, getting louder and louder. My imagination was running away with me and I decided that we were going to be captured and sacrificed to some remote god in a spectacular fashion. The noise grew louder and as I looked over onto the other track (the one we should have taken) I saw the culprit! Here came the BT-50 freewheeling down the slope whining and grinding its way through the right-hand track sans camper trailer, (without getting stuck), to then end up in front of us, closely followed by the Greens in their Patrol and camper trailer. When they had had finished taking the good old Michael out of us and managed to stop laughing long enough, they hooked up the snatch strap our little Prado and dragged us out of the sand. Off we went again.

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(no pictures as the camera lady was a bit stressed, hot and bothered!)

We got to the banks of the Jardine and sussed out the camping areas. Mike and I decided that we would go scouting up to the mouth to see whether there were better campsites up there. Yet another mistake, second time in the same day we got stuck in very soft sand. Again, we had to get the Patrol to come and snatch us out. How very embarrassing! So, considering our failure, we decided to camp at our first stop, we just could not take any more humiliation.

(still no pictures of this as I was getting a bit cranky! Can’t think why)

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We made it back to the camp area only to find out that Di had photographed a map telling us there were bad sand bogs where we had just been. Thanks for the heads-up Di!!!!!! (With friends like that……. Need I say more!)

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The area was beautiful, we were camped in the next area along from the other two couples. Not that we are anti-social at all but there were some snoring issues coming from the Green’s camper trailer and I do not play nicely if I don’t get enough sleep! So, we set up our tent and then helped the others set up a communal area to cook and eat in front of a beautiful campfire overlooking the Jardine.

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We shared cooking duties for the next few days and I must admit the cooking, company, wine and views were amazing.

So, we got back to camp with tall tales of the huge ones that got away, over a few beers and a fantastic beef stew and dumplings. Wow another beautiful day in the far north of Queensland.

We stayed at this camp for 5 days in total, mainly because we were waiting for the bearings to be delivered to Bamaga for the Drabbles camper trailer, but also because it was amazing. The scenery was beautiful, the weather was great, the fishing was fantastic, and the company was awesome. But, as with all good things it had to come to an end and we had to head back to civilisation! (picture sad face emoji).

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So, on the morning of the 5th day we woke up and started packing up ready for the trip back to Bamaga. That is when I heard Di yelling, “Oi come and look at this!” we dutifully headed onto the beach in front of their camp and promptly freaked out to see the croc tracks leading up from the Jardine to just below their camp. The crocodile had obviously found something nice to eat just under the sand and then promptly wandered off back to the water again. In the immortal words of Steve Irwin “Crikey he was a big un!”

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Maybe it was a good idea to boot scoot out of there! So long Jardine and thanks for all the Barra!

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