Day 4 – 27/07/09
Geraldton to Greenough River
Just like a salmon, except tiny and tasted completely different
Woke up around 9am, no one had a great sleep because of Eugene’s snoring. But the sun was soon shining and the porridge on the stove so spirits were high. The Greaney brothers (Darren and Eugene) ducked and dived around the campsite as usual, trying to avoid work while the rest of the boys packed the gear into the cars. Like sardines in a can, we left the Belair campsite, with a frying pan and freezer bag kindly donated by the management.
We decided to go fishing and not knowing anything about it, we decided to go into local bait shop, Tackle World, (email: tackleworld@westnet.com.au) to see what we could find out. Bout an hour later after some serious head scratching, question asking and a quick but useful lesson from local pig hunter “Shrek”, we were ready to cast off.
Quick spin out to the Greenough river, the usual peanut butter and jam sambos were consumed. We got the rods ready, which was a far more complicated task than we anticipated. The fishing wasn’t going on too long and there was hooks and bait lost, endless amounts of knots in the lines. Meanwhile, Eugene was asleep on the beach dreaming of chips.
Not much fishing going on, just untangling knots
Unfortunately Steve’s fishing career came to an early end after getting a hook caught in his massive bottom lip. Nigel took to fishing quickly and sure enough had something biting just before the sunset, and struggled to reel the monster in. It would remind you of them massive fish you would see on a fishing programme on the National Geographic… Expect it was tiny.
Fishing while doing the hamstring stretch
So with the fish in hand we headed back to the campsite feeling like the lads from “Deadliest Catch”. Ireland’s answer to Bear Grylls soon had it beheaded and gutted. Darren wanted to sell the decapitated fish to the local blind kid as a pet for extra money for our kitty. We convinced him (eventually) that this was wrong and had fresh whiting on the campfire. It was that good that we ate the skin and all.
Roadside Camping
Into the tents for another night of farting, freezing and snoring.
Distance Travelled: 22km (Total Distance 647km).
you crazy mo fos, thats right good dead good innit haha, loving the stories guys, keep it up xx
Haha. Sounds like Bear Grylls could learn a lot from ye. Keep the stories coming!
hahha wow that fish looked like it was almost too much for you guys to handle! you musta had loads of left overs….silly boys
Ha Ha!!! you’ll be out Shark Hunting next! cant wait for the next installment, hopefully you’ll not of starved by then!
That looks like such a laugh. I used to go fishin down Grattan Beach when I was younger. Keep up the good work lads.
Turlough would be so proud of you Finto…. Enjoy!!
Yiz r rockets!!!
Wow u lads r on 2 something, with that fishin craic!! Looked huge on screen… Really good article, funny,and made me wana maybe take up fishin as a hobby!! Keep it up, lookin 4ward 2 ur nxt installment!!
Bear Grylls wouldnt have a patch on ye… Looks like loads of fun tho! And nights of farting, freezing and snoring, Cozy, ya thats Nig alright!! Ha!!
Well Euge, Larry told me about your spot of luck, hope it turns out well for ye. looking forward to reading bout your adventures!
so far so good lads. keep it up
I guys i cant leave u alone for a while that u get in troble , i did suggest u spaghetti garlic much more easyer ,i want to know everithing about your trip so keep going like this!!
Sound like ye boys are doing well. Ya should try the Peanut butter and banana sandwich. yum yum! be good and i’ll be check your progress.
Not sure if i like the idea of sittin at home in the rain reading ur daily blog on wat a laugh ur havin’, which in turn helps ye have more fun, fair paly anyway
the smile on darrens face looking at that fish!!!!!!!!!!!(it wont last 2 secs,,,
good look on ur travels KERRY 1-24 DUBLIN 1-7 LEGEND!!
top notch idea ace ventura!!! i hope there was planty penut butter and jam sambos comsumed considerin ye had to share the 1 tiny fish amongst ye all!!! Lovin da stories guys-cant wait to tune in tomorrow from tokyo!!!
lookin well lads…e havent fallin away to nothin yet without the hungry jacks!! gino think ur goin to have to grow to love fish r ul starve..forget ur chips id say.. keep em comin very entertaining…enjoy
Im sure nigel is more used to a different type of fish altogether.
AHEM!!!
Its good to see the irish guys supporting the irish economy at home and setting up there own international fish farm (Donegal Catch / Western style ). Lads to keep yourselves in pocket money you could recycle the empty Peanut butter jars and fill them with the cooked fish. These will last for weeks in the jar, HONEST fresh fish at hand 24 / 7 . Thats how your man John West got started and look at him now. Really like the Go west handbook and your blog. Keep the stories coming.
Great stuff nig,quality stuff.wish i was there!
Glad to see you’re having fun!
well done lads great blog… nice hat steve!
finto u should be ashamed of urself if cranny seen the way ur working that line after all he taught ya!!loving the blog extermely jealous giving me itchy feet!!