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Hmmm will have to start thinking about getting a few blokes with tinnies to ferry you lot around..... Hands up, all those interested........ 1,2,3,4,5,6,......bugga, counted you twice, BUDGIE.

G'day mate, would suggest that Peter Faust dam, Kinchant dam, or Awoonga dam...all in Qld., would be the go. You would have a greater chance during the hotter months, nov-jan. Last dec/jan I managed 21 barra over 1 metre and from 38 lbs to 60+lbs If you want a river barra, then the Northern Territory would be the go, during the "run-off", march-april. Give me a call if you need more info

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No worries, mate. Here is a pic of the business end of a barra...........as opposed to a 'cuda It went 1.11 metres and about 56lbs

Don't think that's quite right, mate. Barramundi don't have teeth and don't "eat half a 20lb fish" like that......Most likely the culprits were bronze whaler sharks; millions of 'em around Dampier.

Oh. bugga!! one more....... A guy checked into a hotel on a business trip and was a bit lonely so he thought he would get one of those girls you see advertised in phone booths when you're calling for a taxi. He grabbed a card and went back to his hotel. It was an ad for a girl calling herself Erogonique, a lovely girl, judging by the photo. She had all the right curves in all the right places, beautiful long wavy hair, long graceful legs. You know the kind. So he is in his room and figures, what the hell, he will give her a call. "Hello?" the woman says. God, she sounded sexy. "Hi, I hear you give a great massage and I'd like you to come to my room and give me one. No, wait, I should be straight with you, I'm in town all alone and what I really want is sex. I want it hard, I want it hot, and I want it now. I'm talking kinky the whole night long. You name it, we'll do it. Bring implements, toys, everything you've got in your bag of tricks. We'll go hot and heavy all night; tie me up, spank me, cover me in chocolate syrup and whip cream, anything you want baby. Now, how does that sound?" She says, "That sounds fantastic, but for an outside line you need to press "9"

Another one........ A large woman, wearing a sleeveless sundress, walked into a bar in London. She raised her right arm, revealing a huge, hairy armpit as she pointed to all the people sitting at the bar and asked, "What man here will buy a lady a drink?" The bar went silent as the patrons tried to ignore her. But down at the end of the bar, an owly-eyed drunk slammed his hand down on the counter and bellowed, "Give the ballerina a drink!" The bartender poured the drink and the woman chugged it down. She turned to the patrons and again pointed around at all of them, revealing the same hairy armpit, and asked, "What man here will buy a lady a drink?" Once again, the same little drunk slapped his money down on the bar and said, "Give the ballerina another drink!" The bartender approached the little drunk and said, "I say, old chap, it's your business if you want to buy the lady a drink, but why do you keep calling her 'the ballerina?'? "As far as I'm concerned", the drunk replied, "any woman who can lift her leg that high has got to be a ballerina."

Encouragement, that's what's needed. It seems that life goes by resembling somewhat of a bell curve of what is considered successful... At age 4...success is...not peeing in your pants. At age 10...success is...making your own meals. At age 12...success is...having friends. At age 17...success is...having a drivers license. At age 20...success is...having sex. At age 35...success is...having money. At age 50...success is...having money. At age 60...success is...having sex. At age 70...success is...having a drivers license. At age 75...success is...having friends. At age 80...success is...making your own meals. At age 85...success is...not peeing in your pants

Good on ya, mate. It is these scum who need to be subjected to the full extent of the law and set as an example to the rest of the fishing community.

I'm not a sheila, or a big girl's whatsit......but there are some nice pics of flowers. Here is a passionfruit flower.

Just for chevin. a nice cluster of ..........paw paws.

Had those temps for six months. Now that The Dry (winter) is coming on, the temps are easing off 18c to 24c

You and Huge Vitae in league with each other, hey? Actually, there are several people would positively hate for ANY species of anything to be introduced to Australia....These same people grow roses and drink tea and coffee, all of which, are grown in abundance over here. The Tully is about 700 km north of me but I'm not that keen to go that distance when I have 50-60 lb barra 60 km away.

Unfortunately, the "powers-that-be" have declared a certain Australian native fish, noxious in certain dams and rivers....the humble barred grunter. What chance for a decent toothy fish?

My sincere apologies for posting in the wrong forum........I just thought that in the Non-Fishing Forum, it would be alright... But, I mean to say, 9 catches I remember the Rev Sheppard dropping many catches off Freddie Trueman's bowling and Freddie telling him off.........

Nahhhhh, Huge wasn't having a go at me..... If the lad gets confused between me marrying a discerning woman, or an island, or a "caulkhead", I'm afraid he has been living in a weird and whacky island. Absolutely no offence taken ............especially since the poms dropped 9 catches to let the Sri Lankans into the cricket match

The nile perch have been caught on rod and line, weighing in at some enormous figures (136kg) A number of fishos want them introduced to Australia but, I believe, the authorities rightly told them to ping off.

G'day mate, the dam used to be a barra paradise, due to the number and quality of fish caught. A few years down the track and the number of big fish caught became almost legendary and in the last few years, it has had the reputation of being a "hard" dam to fish due to the relatively few fish caught, as you say. There is a group of locals who have started stocking the dam with 30 cm barra and, apparently, the fishing is coming good again.

A barramundi, caught in Tinaroo dam, on the Atherton Tableland behind Cairns, far north Qld., measured 1.32 metres and is estimated to weigh over 80 lbs. It was too big for the landing netand ripped it, so could not be weighed and was released after the obligatory photo(s).

This is a riot!! An Englishman is having breakfast, in Paris, one morning (coffee, croissants, bread, butter and jam) when a Frenchman, chewing bubble-gum, sits down next to him. The Englishman ignores the Frenchman who, nevertheless, starts a conversation. Frenchman: "You English folk eat the whole bread??" Englishman (in a bad mood): "Of course." Frenchman: (after blowing a huge bubble) "We don't. In France, we only eat what's inside. The crusts we collect in a container, recycle it, transform them into croissants and sell them to England." The Frenchman has a smirk on his face. The Englishman listens in silence. The Frenchman persists: "Do you eat jam with the bread??" Englishman: "Of Course." Frenchman: (cracking his bubble-gum between his teeth and chuckling). "We don't. In France we eat fresh fruit for breakfast, then we put all the peels, seeds, and leftovers in containers, recycle them, transform them into jam, and sell the jam to England." After a moment of silence, The Englishman then asks: "Do you have sex in France?" Frenchman: "Why of course we do", he says with a big smirk. Englishman: "And what do you do with the condoms once you've used them?" Frenchman: "We throw them away, of course." Englishman: "We don't. In England, we put them in a container, recycle them, melt them down into bubble-gum, and sell them to France."

A man enters a confessional in Ireland and says to the Priest, "Father, It has been one month since my last confession. I've had s*x with Fannie Green every week for the last month." The priest tells the sinner, "You are forgiven. Go out and say three Hail Marys." Soon, another man enters the confessional. "Father, it has been two months since my last confession. I have had s*x with Fannie Green twice a week for the last two months." This time the priest asks, "Who is this Fannie Green?" "A new woman in the neighbourhood," the sinner replies. Very well," says the priest. "Go and say ten 'Hail Marys'." The next morning in church, the priest is preparing to deliver his sermon when a gorgeous, tall woman enters the church. All the men's eyes fall upon her as she slowly sashays up the aisle and sits down in front of the Altar. Her dress is green and very short, with matching shiny emerald green shoes. The priest and altar boy gasp as the woman sits down with her legs slightly spread apart, Sharon Stone-style. The priest turns to the altar boy and whisperingly asks, "Is that Fannie Green?" The altar boy replies, "No Father, I think it's just the reflection off her shoes."

Well, could have married a New Zealander. I thunk I'll huv to usk hur

G'day mate, it would be a good idea to get a tripod. I don't have one.....but I will be checking them out on my next trip to town. My camera has optical image stabiliser, and I have to take maybe up to 10 pix to get the one I want.

Very funny.........

Mate!!!! That is NOT an Australian trait........ It only happens on SMALL islands, like New Zealand and the IOW due to the fact that their womenfolk are very discerning.....I know.....I married one I know that South Australians are a bit weird.....their crows fly backwards