Driving by this drying creek-bed pool, I saw a shiver of surface movement. Perhaps a barra had decided to give up on any real run-off, and took the opportunity to edge upstream when this creek was more than a trickle for a short time recently.
Second cast and I had a solid hit. A few casts later, something small and silver followed.
And then a decent hook up while slow rolling the Tiny Megabass Xlayer close to the bottom.
I always enjoy catching sleepy cod. This one was particularly lazy. But the colour on its fins was surprisingly vibrant.
And last cast, switching over to a popper, a dwarven slab of archer fish.
One of the wonderful things about the NT is being able to stop by a puddle like this and catch exotic fish without another human being anywhere nearby.
Not exotic, Native!
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