The funny season was over; it was January two thousand and eight
Laurie suggested some fishing and fishing the creek should be great.
Recent rain had eased the drought, it’s the best we'd had in years
So we packed the fishing tackle and threw in a couple of beers.

 We invited Karl to join us, he was keen to get up and go
We'd reach the creek by 3 o’clock as the tide was turning low.
We didn’t count on boggy roads, or the need for a four wheel drive
cause the brand new second hand Hyundai had gears that numbered five.

 Once all the goods were loaded, no room we had to spare
So Karl took the purple Cortina, two cars would sure get us there
The highway run was cruising, old purple purred along
And Hyundai’s brand new speakers were thumping a 400 watt song.

 At Johnson Road we stopped  awhile, to stock up fuel and bait
Old purple built up pressure and we had a while to wait.
A top up of the coolant and no sign of any leak,
We headed through the forest pines bound for Hussey Creek.

 It soon became apparent when the road turned wet and rough
And the pot holes filled with water made the going bloody tough.
Laurie was the leader; he had driven the road before
But not in a little Hyundai with water to the door.

 Karl just nursed old purple, no shock to ease the bump
Mal sat in silent terror as he felt each terrible thump.
Onward ever onward, sliding the potholed track
Keeping the cars going forward and wondering how we'd get back.

We finally arrived by the old muddy creek happy on dry land again
We lit a fire and cracked a can and prayed for no more rain 
Fishing,,,, Well,,,,, What fishing??, Karl lost a very good bream
Josh fell into the river and went for an unwanted swim

The mossies were happy to see us, there were thousands all callous and mean
Viscous and bloodthirsty insects, the biggest that I’ve ever seen.
And while we relaxed catching nothing, with mossies as our only bite
Getting out was still a big question, especially if there was no light.

Loz then set up the barbie, two snags between bread for each man
Then we boarded the mud splattered vehicles to at least get out while we can.
Simple enough,,, well, we thought so, drive out the way we drove in
But there were a few major changes and things were now looking grim.

Hyundai’s rear bumper was hanging, from the first pothole hit going back
And some cowboys had fun in their forbies when they churned up the whole muddy track.
Two hundred yards of churned up mud no choice but take the ride
Pedal to the metal,, and two hundred yards of slide.

 The cowboys stood astonished when they saw how we got through
Without the use of four wheel drive, we slid along on two.
Thank God that it was Loza and Karl behind the wheel
They made the task look easy and Mal's heart rate jump a deal.

 The worst part now behind us we stopped at a known fishing spot
We couldn’t go home empty handed,, unsure of why we could not.
The mossies all gathered to greet us; they were pleased with the heat and the mud
They were happy to graze on our body and happy to suck out our blood

 The fish must have known we were coming; they vanished as soon as we came
So we left them to lurk in the river they clearly weren’t playing our game.
We turned the cars west to the mountains and whispered goodbye to the creek
Before heading South down the highway, might try it again in a week.

 Providing the tracks are dryer, the fresh from the creeks have all gone
Old purple has got better shockies; Hyundai has found a new song.
The mossies have found better pastures, maybe a nice tawny port.
But there better be fish in Hussey, and they better be there to be caught.

 11 January 2008  

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