The Great crab scoop Trip Report… (7th -9th Feb 2020)
Well the time had come again for our annual camp down at Herron Point to chase some much wanted crabs.
After touching base with Les the resident camp host, the week before to let him know we were due down the following week, and as usual he was accommodating in grouping us all together.
One by one we all strolled in and set up camp, I must say though this year was a quiet one for attendees, but none the less we all still enjoyed ourselves still.
Our first attempt was the Friday night out the front, and as usual there were a lot of people out there, it took quite a few hours but between all of us we managed to get around 10-12 on the first night.
I fired up the boiler and cooked them up that night so that they were ready for her highness upon her arrival the next day.
The rest of the night was spent having a few quiet drinks……
The next morning only myself set off early and tried boggy bay, now I normally clean up at this location but damn it was hard work this morning and after a solid few hours, 3-4 was all I could manage, (lots of undersize crabs though). So enough was enough I packed up and started heading back to Camp and just as I was approaching the turnoff back to Heron Point I notice a caravan pulled over and some people I recognised, so a quick slam on the brakes to see what’s going on and I find it’s the McDougall’s with a blown caravan tyre, a quick helping hand to get it changed over and back on the road to camp.
The President was also in that tyre escapade so the timing was perfect, time for a late breakfast. And a stroll around the camp to see what everyone was up to etc. Tony and Amanda were out in the boat trying their luck.
As the day went on the boats were going in and out at various stages to gather those elusive crabs, as soon as they were coming in, I was busy cooking them up for a late arvo feast for all to share.
Her highness was in her eliminate cowing down on some much-wanted crabs.
The campsite was starting to get a bit full with other travellers (not us) and some were pushing their luck and starting to get on Les’s nerves and a few were told in no uncertain terms to pack up and move on, quite entertaining to watch at some points, I wouldn’t want the camp host job here for anything…
Anyway, as most are all gathered around enjoying the feast of crabs and also enjoying a light refreshment or two, just chillin out and watching the afternoon pass by…
As night was approaching it was an early dinner for those that were going out scooping again and once dark enough off we went to wade thru the murky water to find some more crabs.
After a few hours went by most of us decided to head back in with probably around a dozen more crabs between us all. I fired up the boiler again and cooked up the last lot for the weekend. The rest of the night was shared with all and a few last drinks before retiring for the night.
The next day saw everyone doing the slow pack up and head home once done.
Thanks to all those that attended this year, and look forward to next year…
Trevor & Liz.
