Just returned from Fraser Island. It was the first time the wife and kids had come along and i was super keen for them to see a Dingo.
My mate had just got back the day we left and he had only seen 3 in 3 weeks so my hopes where not to high seeing as we only had 3 days over there. The locals seem to love em or hate em and a few definently 'dissapear' if they cause issues around the homes.
I had drilled it into the kids, especially my dog obsessed daughter that these dogs where not to be approached or fed. I dont think it sunk in until we crossed the first of many electrified cattle grids that are part of the stupid and totally useless 'dingo fences'. The signs everywhere threatening big fines where hard to miss aswell. The death of a child in 2001 changed the island experience in a big way and while i dont agree with the way the dogs are managed i do play by the rules.
Our first encounter wasnt what i was expecting....
While evrEyone slept, 2 good mates, my 10 year old son and myself snuck of in the dark to chase fish. It's Tailor time after all and Fraser is the best place to catch them.
So while i'm standing in knee deep water, while the surf crashes around me, staring at the stars on a near moonless night my mind started to wander. The only threat i could have imagined was from a captured Tailor trying to bite me or a wayward hook in a finger...
The odd flash of a headtorch from my fishing companions spread 40 metres apart from each other been the only reminder i wasnt alone.
I had no idea we where been watched.
I dont know how.....it was that bloody dark, but i caught a flash of somthing light coloured against the black beach behind me. My torch just managed to light the dingo up and made his eyes glow a eery bright green as he stared at me while he made his way along the beach. Cool !!
Then i realised my son was standing by himself in the dark....not cool. I made my way towards him and he responded to my call. He saw the green eyes too.
He was beside me before i knew it..LOL. He was stoked to see his first Dingo but then a little fear got to him and he decided the best place for him was back in the 4x4. I thought that was a smart idea too. Better to be safe than sorry.
He didnt hang around long,....my mates didnt even notice him.
The next encounter happened just as we turned of the beach to cross the island again , homward bound to catch the barge back to the mainland.
Casually as he's just strolling along the beach not detered by the beach traffic. As we stopped for photos he just strolls up to my mates truck as if to say.."got any tucker ???"
It was pretty cool. The wife and kids where stoked to see thier first wild Dingo. I've seen heaps on our yearly fishing trips but they always entertain me. I hope they are around for ever.