Quit a few years back I was fishing in a pretty remote area in Northern NSW. The river was famous for cod s. It was surrounded by steep ravines that were heavily bushed. My girlfriend and her little cousin was and I was also accompanying me on the trip. On the adjacent bank with a steep hill behind me that continued up for around 200m. It was getting dark and I looked back behind me to see a wallaby gently zig-zagging down the hill towards us. I said to my girlfriends brother, "check out the wallaby coming down for a drink".
I waved to the others on the opposite bank to look as the wallaby was unusually close. It then disppeared down to the water level on the other side of a boulder about 5m away from where we were fishing. I then was surprised to see the wallaby sitting in the water and it then began to paddle around. Instinctively, I thought-why would a wallaby be in the water-I then turned back up the hilll to see a dingo sceaming down the hill right towards us to persue the wallaby. Holy s@$*t this is David Attenborough stuff! The dingo did not notice us and stood up on the same boulder right beside us(5m away) and watched the wallaby which was struggling now half way across the river. I tried to get the others to be quiet so we could see what was going to unfold but after about 4-5mins the dingo got wind and took off up the hill behind us, about 20m up, and began to howl like nothing else (very eerie).
The wallaby was drowning and still had a way to go. The little cousin threw his lure at it and was able to drag it in and rescued it. It stayed beside them for about 15mins to regain itself and then took off. I was instructed to come back over as they were now scared-so we went to a narrower part in the river to swim across. I cast my lure just to check depth and BANG! I hooked up on my biggest ever cod-20lbs. Talk about a day-bringing my biggest cod with the dingo still howling in the background...gotta love that
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