The One! Two! Tropical Northern Queensland Punch
Part One
As the big silver cat thrummed through the waters of Cape York Gulf toward Seisia, I reviewed the past week's myriad fishing opportunities presented by Carpentaria Seafaris. CS has been in operation for almost two decades. The brainchild of Captain Greg Bethune, these week-long mothership-based trips allow intrepid anglers to access numerous river systems flowing east to west into the Gulf of Carpentaria. So it was here on the bow, traveling toward the Aboriginal community which serves as the home wharf for our mothership, Tropic Paradise, that I had some quiet moments to gather up all my impressions from the adventure.

Having been lucky enough to experience this trip numerous times I refer to Carpentaria as the Ultimate Fishing Camp for Adults. Using the 62 foot catamaran style mothership as your home base, anglers deploy each morning to fish for any one of 60 species within easy reach. The real beauty of this setup is in the options - based on current weather, tides and season you are able to fish fresh, estuary or saltwater - or all three in the same day. Basically, from your bunk to the best fishing spots can be all of 4 minutes although most anglers are up before it is light enjoying tea, coffee and breakkie ( breakfast) in order to prepare for a long day on the water. Your hostess loads up a mid morning snack and beverages for you, your partner and your guide - everything goes in the skiffs and you are off. Here is the hardest part of any day - where to go first? Flats for permit, golden trevally , sharks? Up river to cast in the snags for barramundi and bream? Or is it out to the salt to look for tuna, cobia and spanish mackerel? Aren't these great decisions to have to make? American anglers find the species unique to Australia are of particular interest. These include the Barramundi, Queenfish ( Queenies), Giant Herring and the Indo Pacific Permit. I would be remiss if I did not give the awe inspiring saltwater crocodile a mention - not that we are angling for him, we are instead keeping a wary eye out for him. On this particular trip we only spotted three "salties" but one was a very memorable 12+ feet. All 12 of those feet were sunning down the beach from where we cast for Blue Salmon, Catfish, Spanish Mackerel, Giant Herring, Baby Queenies and Jacks off the beach on our first day out.

Here is the scenario for Adult Fishing Camp. Anglers land at the one strip, one building, one room Bamaga International Airport and are met by Carpentaria Seafaris staff. The maximum number of guests for any trip is twelve. Greg or another of his staff drives the eager group of fishermen 18 miles along red dirt roads where endless bush is punctuated by tall red termite mounds. Excitement is high among the tired travelers and upon arrival in Seisia and the wharf they explode from the van ready to jump on board. Within 30 minutes, post room assignments and basic safety discussions,Tropic Paradise is motoring out of the harbor. The first run will take us about 8 hours south to one of a number of rivers. Logically, we anchor in the southernmost destination planning to work our way back up the coast over the next days. During the trip south most guests take the time to unpack, get to know the other guests and staff and, of course, to rig rods. Arrival time dictates whether you can fish the first day. The only scheduled airline flying into Bamaga from Cairns is Regional Pacific and arrival times vary. No matter as the crew will maximize your fishing any way possible - as I said, they have been at this a long time! We did have the opportunity to get a few casts in on our arrival day which calmed everyone down a tad. The first night we were snugly anchored up in the Jackson River, a full moon was rising and I could smell fragrant dishes being prepared for dinner. The river rushed by and I was titillated by the calls of unfamiliar birds and much mysterious splashing. Cold white wine in my hand I leaned over the back to watch the 400 lbs Queensland Grouper who usually came to hang out under the boat looking for scraps ( these are "pets", no one fishes for them) - I am utterly content and so ends day one.
