Another Cracking Adventure
Graham Cahill. — December 05, 2013
Darche welcomes you to our web blog, another new initiative following our recent Facebook and Twitter launch. The aim of this blog is to share interesting and informative stories on touring and camping adventures, experiences and tips. Occasionally we’ll also throw in some special offers and giveaways! Having been around for over 20 years, we are embarking on an exciting future, and look forward to sharing the journey with you.
To kick start proceedings, it is with great pleasure that we have special guest blogger Graham Cahill, who will be blogging fortnightly or so … depending if he is out having fun on location. Graham is an Editor At Large for several leading publications, one of the best 4WD photojournalists in the country, and super passionate about 4WD touring and the outdoors.
ANOTHER CRACKING ADVENTURE
Its 4pm on a typically muggy, stinking hot and oppressive Darwin afternoon. I’ve just fought my way onto a Perth bound plane and lodged in-between a bloke wearing a Cape York shirt and another proudly sporting the Blues colours (I feel like a rugby ball ready to be booted into a scrum). My right side is bruised the colour of a bashed mango from being smashed about a boat for a week and my feet have an odd numb and painful sensation, not unlike what you might expect from having your soles beaten with a lump of 6x4, repeatedly. I’m sunburnt and sore; the Northern Territory has just kicked my butt and kicked it hard. It’s time to go home.
I’ve now been on the road for nearly two weeks, the first 4 days spent in relative comfort leading a 4WD photography tour through my backyard, the south west of WA. The remainder of this time has been spent east of Darwin, out around the Finniss River near Dundee; battling post cyclone conditions during the NT build-up. Neither very pleasant nor productive.
The aim of the trip was to do some promotional filming; catching what I’d hoped would be dream barramundi, the size and likes of which I'd be telling punters at pubs for decades to come. However thanks to a short, sharp rap on the knuckles from an early season cyclone (albeit a weak as water version), forecast to cross directly over Dundee the day prior to my arrival, conditions quickly went pear shaped. The normally tranquil and idyllic Dundee bay was a washing machine of wind generated swell and foaming chop, the ocean the colour of chocolate milk and an unrelenting westerly, belting in strong enough to blow the spots off a dog. Yeah, far from ideal.
Still, excuses are like bums, everyone has one, so while conditions were about as welcoming as a shotgun through an open front door, we hooked in. What followed was a week of giving it everything we had; we thrashed any and all available waterways with more lures than a tackle shop could sell. We went 30 clicks out to sea in waves sent direct from a reality TV show. We battled winds in all directions, never really escaping the continual onslaught. We gave it our absolute all and we got our butts kicked.
However to look at just the lack of fish is to miss a vital point, see there is so much more to the doing than to always achieving. Sure, we didn't smash a metre barra, nor did we land a monster Jewfish, we were unable to even get a cast out into blue water much less harass their resident Spaniards, yet we still had one hell of a trip. Yeah perhaps it would have made more sense to cancel the trip, wait for more favourable weather, book in again later but to do so would have meant missing some of the most epic sunsets I’ve ever seen, feeding on mud crabs worth a fortune back in the big smoke, getting up close and personal to crocs on Corroborree Billabong, feeding sea eagles in the upper reaches of the Finniss River; in short, it would have meant missing out on what was one heck of an adventure.
In just a few hours, I will be back home and I’m already planning the next trip. Dundee will have to wait till 2014, in fact we have already made plans to hit it again in May however between now and then, I’ve got so much to plan for, regardless of conditions! If you happen to cross paths with a hairy little bloke with a limp, bruising and sun burn, stop and say G'day; it’s just me home from another cracking adventure.
Graham is an Editor At Large for several leading publications, a presenter and one of the best 4WD photojournalists in the country. Regarded as one of the luckiest men in Australia, Graham is as passionate about 4WD touring and the outdoors as you can get.
Comment by Salv on December 06, 2013
Hey Graham ,
Just arrived home from my own epic adventure and now recovering "Damn Xmas parties"..
Mate great read and awesome first blog .
Sitting here trying to picture waves smashing over the bow , rods being thrown , tackle all over the place, eskies dancing etc.
Whilst as you say Butts were kicked and no monster landed , you still had ago charged full adrenaline and a thrill seeking rush.
GT's ,Spaniards and 100cm Barra will lie in wait till next time around .
As for your next NT adventure and if heading further east we have an 18 ft twin OB sitting some 2 kms from Nhulunbuy ramp packed and ready to go.
Thank you for the great read and amazing pic .
Im off mowing the lawns now ,something is not quite right here , " life in the burbs sucs".