A trip of problems...

[Didley]

Well as Chewy said it was not the best trip, the start at least. Here's my recollection of things, Chewy and I can see things from different perspectives at times, but it makes life interesting. So I headed north to wilderness country where the people are a bit different and the animals are very anxious, it was a good run with a Macca's stop for coffee, burger and fuel. Arrived around 2pm looking for a 3ish high tide to clear a passage to the camp. All good.
After a decent trip though a little bumpy, I found what I thought was the camp spot I'd arranged with the boss, Part way int setting and the rain shower beginning for the first of many times, I sent Mr. Chew a photo of my erection in motion, 2 minutes later the SMS comes back NO WRONG SPOT, Its worth a demolition and rebuild around the corner he says, so wet sand and collapsed tent off I go around the corner. And yes it was a far better site, well done Boss. I had a light snack and hit the hay ready for an early start and clobber some fish.
Six AM out of bed to find the boat was just dry of the water with the tide receding, so there goes fishing for 10 or so hours, which although a little annoying I was there for 4 days and a day sitting around camp doing camp stuff seemed ok.
Now I'd decided to pack as light as possible due to the fact that it was a boat transport mission, and decided to not bring gas stove etc. and cook everything on the fire with a BBQ plate only. Now I'd filled my butane torch with gas just before leaving but it appears my can of gas was almost empty and therefore my torch was almost empty. Now its an old torch and the ignition plays up a bit and by the time I got ignition I was out of gas basically, can happen to anyone ( except perhaps Chewy who carries 5 different fire starting devices with him at all times) Anyway after a bit of conversation with my inner Bush Tuckerman I striped down some wire and got the fridge battery, a little petrol and wooshga I had fire the old fashion way. Bacon and eggs were enjoyed and all was well. Then the showers started and continued on and off for the next two days along with a light breeze of 20-25 knots. Needless to say not much fishing was had.
Friday morning was looking as bad as the previous two days and Id had enough, so I texted Chewy and said don't come it's less than ideal (or something to that effect)I'm going home today. Now I cant get back to the ramp at low tide so it was going to be a 6pm high tide to work around, so I packed the boat slowly and headed off mid morning to fish my way slowly back through the day. Found a likely spot to kill some time and hopefully some fish, Chewy texts me to say he's coming anyway. Now the minds ticking away with the time, and the weather gets better and better, so I text chewy and say I'll re-reset up and see him Saturday morning.
So the Boss turns up Friday night with fire devices and all was good.
The rest of Chewy recollections are not to far from the mark, beer and food was had and not many fish were caught, sand flies got a feed at one stage, but life's good.
Thanks Chewy we'll do it again soon, preparation is the key.

Cheers Lads