THE LOST CREEK - AL MCGLASHAN

THE LOST CREEK - AL MCGLASHAN

Untouched waters are unlocked by our senior contributor in this months issue. . . 

 

There is nothing more tempting for anglers than to be the first to ever to fish a waterway, somewhere that no other angler has even laid eyes on. Casting a lure out into such a pool full of fish is about as good as it gets with your pants on. Unfortunately finding such a spot is near impossible in this day and age. However, as I recently discovered, there are still glimmers of hope tucked away in forgotten corners where fish are still completely untouched.

 

Finding these spots is the real challenge and you really have to study the likes of Google Earth to try and locate them. However, an alternative is local knowledge and another option is to pick up on things people say.

Recently I was up in a remote part of north Queensland’s outback on a hunting trip on one of my few breaks from fishing. I was chatting to the station manager about the price of cattle, rain and all the normal things and as always the conversation turned to fishing and it was at this point he mentioned something about an inaccessible creek. The creek we were camped on looked good but the fishing had been nothing short of crud so intrigued, I pried further.

 

‘The main river is pretty tough but there is a little creek out the back that is full of fish’. Brett continued. By now I was really interested when suddenly he said the one thing all anglers dream about. ‘Apart from us fishing with handlines it has never been fished’. Gold! This is like winning the lottery and better still, while I may have been up on a hunting trip, there were still a few rods and a handful Halcos tucked away in my car.

 

‘I will take you out there if you want to check it out’, Brett offered and before he had finished the sentence I was off and packing. Fishing a virgin river is something I was not going to miss so the pigs and deer got a day’s reprieve.

 

Now when a country fella says it is just out the back believe me their version is a serious stretch of the truth. You could say it was a country mile away or if you wanted to be precise it was several hours across rugged terrain and no tracks! 

 

Early the next day we loaded up the cars and set off in a cloud of dust following Brett's ute. We were in really remote country so there were no sealed roads and after passing through several gates and a few cattle grids we left the tracks altogether. The only thing we had to rely on was Brett’s country navigation skills and after working this country for decades he knew it like the back of his hand. This was a very good thing because savannah country has no landmarks to work. Instead it is just a sea of long grass and a smattering of gumtrees.

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