Of naked women and Burrinjuck December 17-23

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Harro requested "a report" and so here goes...


'T'was the week before Christmas, when all ‘round the ‘Juck
Not a cloud wasn’t pouring, not a few with thunder struck.
The lures were hung by the loop knots with care,
In hopes that fat cod soon would be theirs.

The children with iPods all snug in the cottage,
While visions of monsoons turned lake to porridge.
And Mum with a white and I with a beer,
Had just settled our brains to spend the trip in here.

When out on the lake there arose such a clatter,
As the gale from the south did the porridge batter.
Again another morn’ as the gale did blow,
The Brindabella Ranges did deport in snow.

The moon on the water ne’er did appear
As the lake to the back door crept ever near.
When, finally to my wondering eyes should show,
But a modicum of sun, and above 11 the temperature did go .

With a favourite old diver, on the penultimate day,
Did I plough the topsoil from up Goodradigbee way.
The cav’ plate of the outboard nowhere in sight,
Was eloquent testimony to my luring plight!

When on the final day the summer did return,
The kids round the lake in the ring took turn,
And laying aside all the hardbody baits,
I turned to the spinner-blades without any takes!

I filled up the car and to the family gave a whistle,
And to the chocolate malted lake we waved our dismissal.
But I managed to exclaim, ‘ere I tooled round that switchback,
"Happy fishing to all, and to all I’ll be back!"

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Excelled yourself with that report Bert

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Thank you kindly Mr Pasfield!

Truly an unbelievable week. Friday night was fine - a good thing to unload cars and boats. Saturday then alternately poured and thundered: lightning like Sydney New Year fireworks. By the time Sunday dawned Summer had taken a sabatical and, in Python parlance, had given autumn and winter the flick pass and gone straight to spring. It blew a gale from the west and the basin resembled Botany Bay in a southerly. By Monday the sou'wester was in full swing and the early spring snow had fallen. A top of 11 degrees at 1:30! The bloody wind backed off on Tuesday arvo (somewhat) and Wednesday - our final day - dawned dead calm with the lake resembling nothing so much as a placid Cadbury chocolate pour.

To top it all, I finally turned on the boat power and raised the outboard to remove the transom brace and it travelled just enough - six inches - and stopped. The hydrometer on the trusty Delkor had gone from green to white - do not go past black and do not pick up a recharge. Must have drained the final  amps from the bloody cable!

The lake was chockers with various forms of speed hump (didn't stop the skiers) and absolutely impenetrable to light. The outboard leg simply disappeared into the murk and the prop wash looked exactly like a chocolate malted milkshake.

I rather suspect the place will fish well when it settles out somewhat. That should be happening now as the inflows are rather more sedate than December's white water flows. I might be cajoled into a February revisit.

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With a favourite old diver, on the penultimate day,
Did I plough the topsoil from up Goodradigbee way.
The cav’ plate of the outboard nowhere in sight,
Was eloquent testimony to my luring plight!

Loved that particular verse Bert


Can't believe some of the mob are not all over this like seagulls on a hot chip.

Must be the title, you should have mentioned naked women or free beer in it

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[...] you should have mentioned naked women or free beer in it

Quite. Remedied now...

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It's working
The bard of Burrinjuck

Top report Bert, your trip sounds about as wet as mine.

Cheers Andrew

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Must be the title, you should have mentioned naked women or free beer in it

Think I might have to start a poetry, yarn, ballad & fiction page; you'd be a walk up start yourself Dick. Stuff like that shouldn't be lost into oblivion. 

fitz..

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Think I might have to start a poetry, yarn, ballad & fiction page; you'd be a walk up start yourself Dick. Stuff like that shouldn't be lost into oblivion. 

fitz..

I think dick would have everyone coverd on this topic but its a hellofa idea! 

Steve

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I think dick would have everyone coverd on this topic but its a hellofa idea! 

Steve

What until you read some of Harro's fiction. 

Ever heard / read any of Brian MacFarlaines yarns? As good as Rupert McCall.... 

fitz..

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What until you read some of Harro's fiction. 

Ever heard / read any of Brian MacFarlaines yarns? As good as Rupert McCall.... 

fitz..

Haha if its the same Brian im thinking of my brother is dating his daughter and have been held up a few times chin waggin to him 

Steve

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What until you read some of Harro's fiction. 

Yup. I've had that pleasure.

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I opened this post, smiling with glee,
Naked women you see, have always attracted me.
Sadly, the reverse isn't always the case,
I'll return to my googling, to continue the chase.



Dammit, the naked women bit suckered me in.

Nice prose.

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Nothing wrong with naked women even if they're only in yer head. Fitz a bard page would be great. The lake sounds like you took a wrong turn and ended up in the US Bert. Too thick to navigate and too thin to cultivate.
JD

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The lake sounds like you took a wrong turn and ended up in the US Bert. Too thick to navigate and too thin to cultivate.
JD

Quite like Yanks: been there several times.

Don't know about the latter: I'd reckon you'd have no problems cultivating hydroponic gardens. Definitely no need for "soil replacement" additives. If I'd left the boat in the water for a week I'd wager an ecosystem will have taken hold of the outboard leg.

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Bush Poetry Board has now been added in the members area. 

fitz..