THE MEANING OF OZ - All you need to know!

I stayed in a (rented) caravan in the Barossa once .... in the middle of winter!

Brrrrrrrrrrrrr!

My humble shanty beyond the black stump is only a stone throw from the Barossa Valley, anybody can pitch a tent if you don't mind the brown snakes, red back spiders and creepy crawlies.

You really live near the Barossa, Dutchy?


So you aren't...like....Dutch?

dlowan wrote:
You really live near the Barossa, Dutchy?
So you aren't...like....Dutch?

A Port Power fan and a Croweater through and through.

That's littleozzybloke. Pops in now and then. He's a banana bender.

Dutch! Nice to see you on this side of the threads!

Why isn't root in the Oz FAQ for Americans?

I don't know, but I'm happy you guys are going to be getting together. Pictures! Pictures! Pictures!!!

Maybe there should be another thread for your get-together, so this thread isn't derailed any further...

Kickycan asked for pictures, well here is one to set the ball rolling. Dutchy on his way to the fabulous fishing grounds of Port Lincoln, South Australia to the chase the elusive King George Whiting, arguably Australia tastiest sea fish.

I vote for Coral Trout and Mrs Hinge votes for Mangrove Jack (if you catch it yourself and eat it the same day).

Although I have to admit Dutchy, I would have voted for whiting before I had Coral Trout.

None of which are a patch on a nice little murray cod.




So do we have another thread?

Do Murray Cod taste any good? Looks like a giant carp!

An oz fishing thread? Not me, scarred for life as young'n.

Sorry hinge not a fishing thread I meant a "meet up" thread.

scarred for life? sounds like a good yarn hinge. Are you gonna tell it?

Nothing too special. My dad was a mad keen fisherman and I spent way too much sleeping overnight on the deck in stinkboats next to bloating leatherjackets. Although I'm still able to climb rocks like a mountain goat. And I guess not too many 10 year olds went down to Jervis Bay with a reel, scrambled down to water line and cut some cungi of the rocks, cast out, caught a black drummer, cleaned and gutted it, took it back to camp and cooked it.

Glad I can say I did it, but have no desire to do it again. And I still remember dad buying 'Fishing Weekly'. Reminds me of Dilbert's Pro Golf game book where his girlfriend says 'So let me get this right; you're reading a book about a computer game that simulates an activity that's almost a sport'.

In fact I only really discovered whiting in the last 10 years and it was the first fish I actually enjoyed eating.

I thought this was a right of passage. Mind you for me it was Batemans Bay and the cliffs were nowhere near jervis bay size (thats a pretty fair effort). But cunji and drummer, brim, rock cod. I once caught? a flying fish at merimbula, it flew out of the water onto the rock shelf I was standing on. Landed right next to me and scared the bejesus out of me.

As kids we caught and ate freshwater fish trout yellowbelly redfin in the streams and rivers around here.

Kickster

Oz is the same size as mainland USA - but without the population.

We're all pretty spread out - along the east and south eastern side...but still fair distances.

Having said that, I will be terrorising MsOlga and anyone else in Melbourne, from 19 January for a cuppla days. We're going down for the tennis again.

Better be good - I passed up a trip to the Elvis festival in Parkes to go to Melbourne (this decision was made easier by the fact that I'm not an Elvis fan!)

Otherwise you can catch me in Italy - in April!


or Kiama this weekend

Ha, mum still lives in Batemans - bizarre. I guess it was weird for me because I grew up in the 'burbs, but dad was a country boy - he was born in Callala Beach and said that a holiday was him and his dad being dropped off by horse and cart in the bush on the northern side of Jervis Bay (it's a naval reserve now) with a gun and a fishing reel and no food - and getting picked up a week later. So when he got married and had kids he would take us back there for camping holidays (not as austere as his). The navy used to have exercises occasionally and you would have to leave some days between 3 and 11pm in case a bomb overshot at the aptly named 'Target Beach'. Many's the night we'd spend in the truck at Currawong wiling away the hours.

And you reminded me of rock cod! Blah. Cook it with a stone and when the stone is tender throw away the cod and eat the stone. Never saw a flying fish. We used to fish a bit at Toragy Point at Moruya Heads too. It's weird how places like Merimbula and Pambula have so many victorians and as you head north Batemans is full of Canberrans (half the rates bills are payed from Canberra, so I'm told).

When I was a little boy I had a toy boat someone (my uncle?) made for me and it floated upright because it had a lump of lead screwed to the bottom and when I wasn't sailing in in the pond I could pull it along the street on a string and I remember it was called the Jervis Bay.
There must have been a famous ship of that name (wrecked or sunk, 1940s?) so I'll google around and find out.

Yes, there you go. Her captain sacrificed her in action, to save a convoy.

http://www.saintjohn.nbcc.nb.ca/jervisbay/jervisbaymon2.htm

Port Lincoln, situated on the Boston Bay at the southern extremity of the Eyre Peninsula, South Australia is the spot where Dutchy spent a great deal of his leisure time as this is where my family lives.It is the seafood ?'Capital of Australia' and the home of the largest commercial fishing fleet in the Country. The fishing industry covers, oysters and scallops, scale fishing, southern rock lobster, prawns, abalone and the mighty Southern Bluefin Tuna. Additionally it also has a thriving aquaculture industry that farms species like, King Fish, Abalone, Mussels, and Oysters.

The City's success in both agricultural and aquacultural pursuits has resulted in it having more millionaires per capita than any other city in Australia. The magnificent marina development, Lincoln Cove, is where you'll find the most spectacular homes, but is also the home of the tuna fishing fleet of the Great Australian Bight.

Like a gift from the Gods, the gleaming Southern Bluefin Tuna has showered the fishing families of this beautiful town with unimaginable riches. Fifteen years ago, the industry that sustains the town was canning Tuna fish for sandwiches and cat food and staring down bankruptcy. Today, the migrant men who built it - men such as Tony Santic, owner of triple Melbourne Cup winner Makybe Diva, and Dinko Lukin, whose son Dean was an Olympic weightlifting champion - are netting millions, courtesy of licences to catch tuna for the insatiable Japanese market.

I can thoroughly recommend Port Lincoln for a holiday, it offers something for everybody, from fishing and sailing, to diving with great white sharks, touring aquaculture industries and exploring the area's sheltered beaches and booming surf., and Seafood is always on the menu!

Coffin Bay Oysters................mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

I once did a driving tour of SA (well, Canberra, Melbourne, Great Ocean Road, Barossa, Coonawarra.

I remember going to Kingston SE which is meant to be the lobster capital of the world (well Australia at least).

Went to the only eatery in town, ordered the lobster - and it was made from frozen one- sheeit! Apparently they can't get them fresh they get frozen straight off the boat and shipped out.

Seemed somehow wrong.