Three boats, seven mates, eight cartons of Larry, one dog and 2,300 kilometers of pristine reef. The first Good Times Adventure was a recipe for epicness that delivered on all fronts!
Our adventure began like all good adventures do, with throbbing heads and dicey stomachs from a mate’s wedding the night before. However, our seedy conditions were no match for our overpowering excitement level to get up North and get on the water. We grabbed our hangovers by the horns, chucked Paul Kelly on repeat and by sparrow-fart we were out on the road.
Ready to go in our car were good mate and adventurer-holic, Rooster with his dog, Boondi, and young-blood videographer, Tai. We met up with all-round legends Micky and Andy (who flew up from Newcastle-frothing the whole way), and the eager crew continued North.
The closer we got the more pumped we became. After driving approximately six hours north (we’re not telling you where the fish are mate!), we arrived at destination X, well and truly amped. Soon after, we were rocking and rolling, fueled up and hitting the water.
The conditions were bliss, smooth as butter and without a cloud in the sky. We skimmed along sheets of glass for a couple hours, double checking rigs and triple checking the Larry’s were on ice. Eventually we spotted the rest of our convoy, Baylie, Jimmy and Stirlo, who had punched outside earlier that morning. They were sitting on a nice patch of reef cleaning up the chickens of the sea (Red Throat Emperor). After a quick exchange of high fives and Larrycans, we pulled up alongside them and started popping lures.
We fished for a couple of hours, bagging a few more thick red throat, but couldn’t resist the perfection of the water. The visibility was all-time, clear as a swimming pool. Looking over the side of the boat we could see all the details of the reef and were losing our minds whenever we’d see a half decent fish pop out from the coral. So we slapped on some rubber and plunged into the water with our spear guns.
The coral looked even more incredible underwater, and we spotted a few cheeky coral trout and tuskys hanging around some outcropping structure. Hep shot a couple juicy strawberries (coral trout) and Micky got a nice sized tusky. With daylight getting away from us we got back onboard and decided to go looking for some bigger fish outside of the lagoon reef we’d been sitting on. We piffed around in deeper water and saw some amazing wildlife, including a beautiful family of humpback whales that were playing above water, and putting on a spectacular show just a few hundred metres from our rigs.
We cruised back into the lagoon as the sun was setting, salty and ecstatic over the epic day we’d had. As we looked out over perfect dusty-pink sunset we thought fuck it, life’s good, let’s camp out in the boats and let the good times keep rolling. We pitched our boats together and Jimmy the madman swam down and tied us to the reef. Sharks don’t fuck with blokes who have mullets (apparently).
The Larry’s started flowing and the boys were ripping into each other. Andy chucked his lure in and landed a good size Mauri cod and everyone raced to get their rigs back in the water. We spent the rest of the night pulling in red throat, coral trout, red emperor and squid, while cooking up the day’s catch. It was without-a-doubt some of the best seafood I’ve ever had, fresh as it gets.
Full from a perfect feed, we blasted tunes into the night and traded yarns over a few more Larry’s, before crawling into our cozy little swag and sleeping bag setups.
We woke up to a fairly windy morning but weren’t too fussed because we were cracking into another unreal feed of fish and calamari. We popped lures for a bit before deciding a change of spots was the go.
We headed to one of our favourite bombies and spent the rest of the morning diving in some truly breath-taking reef. We were stoked over seeing heaps of coral trout, black tip reef sharks, bull sharks, cray fish, tuskys, parrots and turtles. It was so epic to see so much marine life in an area that is facing some real challenges.
The wind started blowing hard so we called it a day and bashed in through the bumps around lunch time. We got back to the boat ramp still buzzing to continue our adventure, so decided to camp on the beach over-night. The boys got climbing and picked some coconuts off the local palms and we had a delicious lunch cooking up the rest of our catch and sipping on coconuts. We tore into some more Larry’s around the campfire and swapped stories with some new mates we’d met along our travels.
We awoke the next morning and drove home tired but fulfilled over the memorable times we’d had. It’s truly amazing that we can have these experiences right on our doorstep.
This trip represents everything that is Good Times with Your Mates. Just frothing on living, our incredible natural backyard, good mates and good beers. These are the things we value in life and the whole reason we started the Your Mates Brewing Co. Dream.
It was a hell of a trip and the first of many #GoodTimeswithYourMates. We hope you enjoyed the read and we can’t wait to share our next one! Keep up with the crew by subscribing here. Cheers mates.