I just got back from Fraser last weekend. Spent a good 5 days over there, fishing and maintaining lubrication constantly. Chopper taylor going off at the moment, first three casts caught 3 (undersize) taylor. Did end up catching plenty of legal size (around 400mm) so the kipper box was going constantly! Weather was absolutely perfect... in fact, in all the years i've been going there i've never seen it so flat outside the breakers. I reckon if you go in October, you'll get bigger fish. Note to anyone going though... If you want good Jew and Greenbacks, head out at night either side of high tide and fish deep gutters... there's one about 2.4km up from Eurong Sth entrance.
Amusing thing happened while over there (sorry its a bit long)...
So sometime Tuesday night we were on our way back from the pub at Eurong headed to Eurong Sth where we were staying in a mates holiday house. Came across a bunch of people sitting on the beach having a few quiet ones and shooting the sh*t. Decided to mingle, grabbed the esky and joined them for a few. Turns out they were all backpackers staying nearby on a volunteer working program with a free tour around the island at the end of their 2 weeks. I was completely buggered after about an hour, so decided to head back to catch some sleep. Woke up in the morning (in my swag on the floor) only to find one of the backpackers on the couch looking at me! Seems some of the boys decided to invite her to join us on our fishing adventures for the next few days. Sounds good to me, she seems like a cool chick.
By Thursday she'd seen a fair bit of the island and caught herself some taylor so she's pretty stoked with herself. We arrive back at the house in the afternoon, start cleaning up and all of a sudden another one of the backpackers comes running over. Turns out they didn't know where she'd been and had reported her missing to the Police! He takes off to call the cops, who turn up 5 mins later. He'd been posting missing person posters all over the island and told us "if you hurry, you might even catch a story about it on the local news". So naturally, all us boys are pissing ourselves laughing and race in the house to see it. For the next few days, everywhere we went we were getting people coming up to us saying "your the boys!" and "there she is, that missing chick!". Although it was a serious thing, we couldn't help but laugh at how easily it all happened and how utterly random it was! I have been told (by her and all the rest of the lads) that the other backpackers were told that she was coming with us, so it seems it may have been a little practical joke gotten out of hand! Needless to say, she's got a great story and one of the "missing posters" as a memento to take back home to mother England!