30-03-2023, 03:20 PM
Full of nature that you’d expect around water and lots of evidence of yabbies…..Sue wanted to know if she could set up a rig and try her luck….
Not one to dampen her enthusiasm, I suggested she peel off 10’ of yarn from her knitting, tie on a small rock and encase it in a pudding made from dampened bread and cheese…..
I settled into my chair for a daydream in the cool breeze, not expecting anything by way of Yabby Action
and happy that Sue was finally enjoying our surroundings without a thought about work.
Not happy with the lack of yabby action, Sue re-located to the most un-yabby like spot on the Reservoir (in my opinion...)
“I’ve got one….!” she shrieked , rousing me from my snooze……no way I thought….after all, she was just dangling some wool with a rock tied to it and makeshift bait about two foot into some shallow, cloudy water……
Armed with the iPad to try and record her catch, I wandered over to the water’s edge only to see a good size yabbie disappear in a puff of silt…..well bugger me !
I shadowed her for the next 1/2 an hour while she coaxed some really good sized crustaceans out of their lairs only to see them disappear with a tail flick, once they saw the surface.
So, no recorded evidence of the monster crays that inhabit Cobar Reservoir, but I can vouch for their existence…… I would not have believed it if you’d told me but I did see them with my own two eyes.
As we readied to leave, a few caravaners pulled up and setup camp…..looks like it is a free camp destination for travellers……no amenities at all , just a pretty spot.
With a very “pleased with herself” partner now re-Christened, "Cobar Yabby Queen Susan the First", we packed our chairs up and headed back into town for a bit of last minute food shopping.
Minimal setup tonight as we’re heading to Whitecliffs tomorrow for an underground Opal Hotel experience and less set up means less to pack up in the morning….
Rain has disappeared and the clear skies of the West have returned…..
Red dust, Wedgetails, Emus and Goats…….Cobar to White Cliffs via Wilcannia.
Beautiful clear, cold and Star filled night last night made for a great sleep.
Spoke with another traveller last night and he said the fish kill at Menindee was all but gone…..apparently huge numbers of birds have descended and cleaned up the majority of carcasses. He showed me pics to back up his claim and we might head there in a couple of days….haven’t been to Menindee before…
A couple of good coffees, minimal pack up and we’re leaving Cobar behind
Huge drop in temperature made the first leg out of Cobar really comfortable driving.
We had a nice tail wind which really made the cruise through to Wilcannia enjoyable.
Heaps of feral goats grazing on the side of the road made our first drive through a little nervous….how to goats react to cars ?…easy…they run away !! Took a lot of effort to get used to this , as I’m used to ‘roos going every which way…….but turns out that goats are predictable !!
Terrain really flattened out and the Wedgetails started appearing, soaring high over the red dirt scrub…just glorious. Emus were there as well but not too close to the road which was great……my experience with emus is that they are just unpredictable at the best of times.
Topped up the tank at Wilcannia…fuel prices similar to Sydney !! …. on we pushed to White Cliffs.
Without trucks on the White cliffs road, the road kill ramps up a few notches…..The Barrier Hwy wipes all roadkill off the road, apparently…..but on this road there are noticeably increased carcass numbers.
Definitely would not recommend driving this stretch at dusk or dawn…..
Not one to dampen her enthusiasm, I suggested she peel off 10’ of yarn from her knitting, tie on a small rock and encase it in a pudding made from dampened bread and cheese…..
I settled into my chair for a daydream in the cool breeze, not expecting anything by way of Yabby Action
and happy that Sue was finally enjoying our surroundings without a thought about work.
Not happy with the lack of yabby action, Sue re-located to the most un-yabby like spot on the Reservoir (in my opinion...)
“I’ve got one….!” she shrieked , rousing me from my snooze……no way I thought….after all, she was just dangling some wool with a rock tied to it and makeshift bait about two foot into some shallow, cloudy water……
Armed with the iPad to try and record her catch, I wandered over to the water’s edge only to see a good size yabbie disappear in a puff of silt…..well bugger me !
I shadowed her for the next 1/2 an hour while she coaxed some really good sized crustaceans out of their lairs only to see them disappear with a tail flick, once they saw the surface.
So, no recorded evidence of the monster crays that inhabit Cobar Reservoir, but I can vouch for their existence…… I would not have believed it if you’d told me but I did see them with my own two eyes.
As we readied to leave, a few caravaners pulled up and setup camp…..looks like it is a free camp destination for travellers……no amenities at all , just a pretty spot.
With a very “pleased with herself” partner now re-Christened, "Cobar Yabby Queen Susan the First", we packed our chairs up and headed back into town for a bit of last minute food shopping.
Minimal setup tonight as we’re heading to Whitecliffs tomorrow for an underground Opal Hotel experience and less set up means less to pack up in the morning….
Rain has disappeared and the clear skies of the West have returned…..
Red dust, Wedgetails, Emus and Goats…….Cobar to White Cliffs via Wilcannia.
Beautiful clear, cold and Star filled night last night made for a great sleep.
Spoke with another traveller last night and he said the fish kill at Menindee was all but gone…..apparently huge numbers of birds have descended and cleaned up the majority of carcasses. He showed me pics to back up his claim and we might head there in a couple of days….haven’t been to Menindee before…
A couple of good coffees, minimal pack up and we’re leaving Cobar behind
Huge drop in temperature made the first leg out of Cobar really comfortable driving.
We had a nice tail wind which really made the cruise through to Wilcannia enjoyable.
Heaps of feral goats grazing on the side of the road made our first drive through a little nervous….how to goats react to cars ?…easy…they run away !! Took a lot of effort to get used to this , as I’m used to ‘roos going every which way…….but turns out that goats are predictable !!
Terrain really flattened out and the Wedgetails started appearing, soaring high over the red dirt scrub…just glorious. Emus were there as well but not too close to the road which was great……my experience with emus is that they are just unpredictable at the best of times.
Topped up the tank at Wilcannia…fuel prices similar to Sydney !! …. on we pushed to White Cliffs.
Without trucks on the White cliffs road, the road kill ramps up a few notches…..The Barrier Hwy wipes all roadkill off the road, apparently…..but on this road there are noticeably increased carcass numbers.
Definitely would not recommend driving this stretch at dusk or dawn…..
Cheers,
Mark
It’s not oil, it’s sweat from all the horsepower !
Pit crew for : The Tardis - a ‘76 Sopru Campmobile
& Herman - the ‘71 White Low Light
Mark
It’s not oil, it’s sweat from all the horsepower !
Pit crew for : The Tardis - a ‘76 Sopru Campmobile
& Herman - the ‘71 White Low Light