Not just another quiet fish on the Mary River
WHILE the fog slowly rises, nothing beats being on the Mary early in the morning.
Watching the platypus playing in the beauty of our local water system, what more could a weekend warrior hope for while floating in a canoe, fishing rods in tow, trying to land the perfect catch.
While normally preferring the salt water of Tin Can Bay or the Sandy Strait, I have also had the privilege of fishing the Mary for more than 10 years. Some days are better than others, but when the fish are on, it is one of the best fresh water locations around.
With a fishing trip well overdue, me and a good mate and fishing buddy Mick Towner made the decision to wet a line last week.
Not expecting much more than a catch up and chance to get out of the house, we launched our canoe, hopeful a couple of small rewards for our early morning expedition might come our way.
To say our start was slow is an understatement, but we weren't complaining as it gave us the chance to take in the surrounds.
As the morning progressed, the weather and the fishing started to heat up when we landed a few smaller fish.
Using a surface popper and a 10 pound line, I managed to snag a couple of half-decent bass and some smaller cod that were promptly returned to their habitat.
As we made our way down the river toward town, my line was suddenly and fiercely taken by what felt like a monster.
As the fish put on an aerial display like no other, I managed to identify it as a saratoga, the likes of which I had not seen.
After a spirited fight, Mick did an awesome job of netting it, and after a quick photo it too was released to fight another day.
At 72cm, this fish was the largest of its species I have caught, proving the Mary still has plenty to offer those willing to give her a try.
- LEEROY TODD