Wednesday, April 1
We were heading south from Woomera to a small fishing village on the western shore of the Eyre Peninsular called Cowell. We stopped briefly at Port Augusta for full and supplies and to have our punctured spare fixed. We then drove on through Whyalla reaching Cowell mid afternoon.
We were heading south from Woomera to a small fishing village on the western shore of the Eyre Peninsular called Cowell. We stopped briefly at Port Augusta for full and supplies and to have our punctured spare fixed. We then drove on through Whyalla reaching Cowell mid afternoon.
Whyalla
Cowell Van Park
After setting up, we ventured to the local, The Franklin Hotel (about 100m down the road) to indulge in oysters and the like for dinner before returning to camp for post dinner drinks and a game of cards. Whilst at the pub I got some hunting tips from Mike, the famous Great White Hunter.
After setting up, we ventured to the local, The Franklin Hotel (about 100m down the road) to indulge in oysters and the like for dinner before returning to camp for post dinner drinks and a game of cards. Whilst at the pub I got some hunting tips from Mike, the famous Great White Hunter.
The Franklin Hotel, Cowell
Master and Apprentice
Thursday, April 2
With two nights in Cowell, I rose early and contemplated fishing and then promptly returned to bed.
Thursday, April 2
With two nights in Cowell, I rose early and contemplated fishing and then promptly returned to bed.
Cowell Sunrise
At a more reasonable hour, after coffee and breakfast, Sally and I ventured to the Cowell Jetty and tried our luck chasing whiting. We knew it was the middle of the crab season in SA but this is ridicules.
At a more reasonable hour, after coffee and breakfast, Sally and I ventured to the Cowell Jetty and tried our luck chasing whiting. We knew it was the middle of the crab season in SA but this is ridicules.
Colin on Cowell Jetty
One of Two Crabs Caught (Non Landed)
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