The Fishing Club was quite amazing. It covered about 100 acres and there were literally hundreds of camps set up along the riverfront. As we were sitting by the fire eating dinner Arthur arrived with his chair and simply sat down. He was from one of the big tin sheds that he had been alloted in a ballot after coming there every year for three months for fifteen years. Beside the shed was a massive motorhome. Arthur was from Narooma. There were sections fenced off for the Alice Springs Anglers Club and the Tennent Creek Fishing Club. Folks out here don't mind a drive to go fishing!
One of the rules was that your vege garden had to be 6 metres back from the edge of the river and preferably in containers. There was ABSOLUTELY nothing to do but fish and crab. The clubhouse bar opened at 5pm.
When we mentioned to the residents that we didn't fish but were interested in birds their eyes glazed over.
Evenings are a favourite time when Deb and I cook and chat with a wee drop. We have perfected our timing so we all sit down together around the fire to eat.
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