A.B.F.T. 2010 Middle Creek Invitational
As most of you would know, 2 of the A.B.F.T. teams just recently organised their second trip of 2010 to Middle Creek. After shit-tins of rain in the month (Especially fortnight) leading up to the event….the boys struggled big time with landing the amount of fish and crabs they had all hoped for, which meant all that was needed for ‘Team Crab Catchers’ (Brendan Gray & Matty Manley) to come home with the Silverware over the top of Runner-ups ‘Team Cuttin Schmick’ (Jimmy Hanson & Ryan Jamieson) was a esky ‘bursting at the seams’ with a measly 4 whiting….sad huh!
Heres abit of a look at how the trip panned out…..
Day 1 - Was more of a planning day than anything else. Still unsure of what the weather had in store for us, it was a toss-up between heading to Pancake Creek as originally planned or whether to change plans at the last minute and go to the easier to get to Middle creek instead. After a lot of umming and arring, the final destination to be lucky enough to gain the A.B.F.T. Boys presence was Middle Creek.
Now the decision was made it was time for Jimmy and Jemo to start the drive back to Bundy from Brisbane and Blackwater to get the trip underway.
Most of the day was spent running round town getting bait, booze, more booze, abit more booze and ice.
But as darkness was upon us it was time to settle into B’s front yard for a few ‘quiet’ beers before heading of to do the grocery shopping so that Jemo had enough packets of chips to last the trip.
The night ended up minus about a carton and a half of beer and a vodka-goon bag before it was time to hit the hay and prepare for what lay ahead….
Day 2 – After limited sleep due to the previous nights shenanigans and pure excitement, it was a 4.30am rise and compulsory 5am beers to officially begin the ‘2010 A.B.F.T. Middle Creek Invitational’.
A quick stop over at the servo on the way out of town to stock up on fuel, a abit of firewood incase the weather again turned sour and for Matty to bin the 7 empty gold cans from under his feet, ensured the boys with beers in hand got a few pretty weird looks.
About 2 hours and several beers later, the boys had reached the camp grounds of Middle Creek and were greeted with awesome weather…..for now.
After an hour or so of setting up it was time to put the pots in and have a quick fish before settling in to a feed and beers around the fire and preparing for what the night had in store for us…
Jemo had assured the boys that tonight he would cook dinner for everyone…..a so called ‘Freakin awesome tasting’ roast and veggies done in the camp oven. During preparation there wasn’t much didn’t go in with the chunk of meat, everything from a stubby of beer, to butter, veggies, cheese and even half a tub of French onion dip. The only way to explain the end result is that the boys resembled a pride of Lions in the African jungle tearing away at a fresh Zebra carcus trying to eat it!
As the weather quickly started to deteriorate, the rain started falling and the wind began to howl so it limited the boys to drinking under stelter all night rather than around the fire and was hard to get into the spirit of things abit, until….behold Vodka-goon bag! Possibly the saviour of the night apart from B’s almost tragic ‘dump story’….
After a long day of fishing, drinking and eating Jemos ‘Freakin awesome tasting’ roast and veggies, little B decided it was time to sneak off down the beach to lay a cable without the other boys knowing. About 5 mins later, out of the darkness sprinted little B wearing nothing but a shirt and a ass crack full of shit, and carrying a shovel and a dunny roll after being scared away from his poo-hole in the sand by a young family of campers carrying torches….
After B cleaned his stinky ass, Jemo retreated to bed, Jimmy drowned himself in another ten beers, and Matty politely passed the Vodka-goon bag around before polishing it off himself…..more rain and wind built up, it was time to pack up shop for the night and hit the hay abit after midnight, only for a little while though. Half an hour later Middle Creek was hit by what could be described as the worst storm to ever hit an A.B.F.T. trip, apart from the floods which trapped the boys at Wartburg during the ‘A.B.F.T. 2002 Baffle Bobs Drinkathon’. All members of the A.B.F.T woke at the same time and an echo of ‘HOLY FUCKIN HELL….ITS PISSIN DOWN!!!’ went through the tent. Luckily we thought ahead and had used about 200m of rope when setting up the tent, otherwise it surely would have been blown flat like our neighbouring family of campers. (HAHAHA…..Suck it!)
Day 3 – Waking up to a awesome day, Day 3 started off with a BBQ breakfast washed down by a few refreshing XXXX Golds at about 6am followed by collecting some bait at the creek mouth and abit of a fish while we waited for the tide to come in abit. Walking the banks with yabbies and soft plastics, not much luck was had with B the only one able to get anything.
As Jimmy, Jemo and Matty retreated back to camp to refuel with another feed and a few beers, B had his own ideas which involved staying behind for a ‘little bit longer’ to see if he could ‘catch a few more fish’. 45 minutes later B returned bearing nothing more than a big happy smile and a bounce in his step! Lets just say the creek where he was fishing is now known as ‘Wank Creek’ rather than ‘Ocean Creek’….(Im sure you readers can work out why).
Pretty uneventful afternoon, with no fish being caught and the Crabs struggling to find their way out of Jemos Pants and into our crab pots, so it was time to buckle in and get set for the nights festivities!
A big feed, heaps of booze, a few hours of shit talk while listening to the smooth sounds of Taylor Swift and Garth Brooks and a little bit of nudity from the usual suspects Jimmy and Jemo, before we knew it B was caught having a quick snooze in his chair beside the fire as his fellow ‘Team Crab Catchers’ partner sat oozing in gayness next to him having abit of a break from the drinking to get over a case of heart-burn. As the fire began to die down a little, the members of ‘Team Cuttin Schmick’ decided it was time to put a little ‘Mooorrrreeeee fuuueeelllllll’ on the fire and that they should leave B asleep next to the fire so they could watch him shit himself and fall of his chair. The plan radically backfired, with B staying asleep while the fire roared…mostly on his legs! B escaped the drama with only a few leg hairs remaining and a stench following him that smelt like a burnt Skunk…
After a quick little reminder from ‘Team Cuttin Schmick’ to ‘Team Crab Catchers’ that they were reminding them of ‘Team Square Hooks’ (3 time winners of the ‘Elton John Award’….for softest and gayest team of the competition), they woke themselves up, got a drink and got back into the action!
B escaped up ‘Wank Creek’ for a fish for an hour or so before returning to camp with about 4 empty cans of beer and a few whiting before all the boys took things to a new level and busted out the spirits to get a little messy….
Matty was the first to get hit by the dreaded 3rd night syndrome and hit the hay, followed by B who again passed out peacefully next to the fire while Jimmy and Jemo sat around for another couple of hours trying to figure how other A.B.F.T teams such as ‘Team Worm Danglers’ and ‘Team Square Hooks’ can possibly be so gay….
The night ended with B once again almost becoming a human fire ball after ‘Team Cuttin Schmick’ attempted to wake him up in their own ‘special’ way!
Day 4 – With no more than 4 Legal fish in the esky, it was another early rise to the usual bacon, eggs and beer at 6am, then time to get on the water to try get a respectable catch in the boats!
‘Team Cuttin Schmick’ opted to stick with their tactics of using lures for the day and try and grind out a win by getting some quality fish, where as ‘Team Crab Catchers’ on the other hand went for the bait approach to try get quantity….
All the boys knew it would be a struggle with the talk of surrounding campers being that nobody had caught any fish worth talking about over the entire wkend but the boys plugged away!
‘Team Crab Catchers’ approach of using bait didn’t do them any favours, with them ending up empty handed for the day, catching nothing but a few pain in the ass sea-snakes, where as ‘team Cuttin Schmick’ showed hope of slowly clawing back by bagging a Cod and Brim and getting a few good hits on their lures!
In the end though the wind picked up and was hard to escape so the boys headed back to camp for a bite to eat, only to get a nice surprise when a few backpackers were spotted in the area….one sunbaking near our camp site on the beach and the other Kayaking across to the middle of the creek and fishing with her douchebag, geeky looking boyfriend. Never the less, it didn’t stop the single lads having a good look (Without being to suss of course).
Before we knew it, it was time to pack up camp, pick up the pots and get ready for the trip home!
Overall winner – Team Crab Catchers
Runner Up – Team Cuttin Schmick
Biggest Fish – Team Cuttin Schmick
Quality Fish – Team Cuttin Schmick
DOG AWARD – Team Cuttin Schmick/Team Crab Catchers
Elton John Award – Team Square Hooks/Team Worn Danglers (Both did not attend for shit reasons)
GRUB AWARD - Team Cuttin Schmick
Even though the Fishing and Crabbing was terrible, all the boys had a awesome time as they always do on A.B.F.T. Trips, and on a good note….we’re actually allowed to go back to Middle Creek, unlike our previous destination of Poona where im sure if we returned again we would get run out of town by hillbillys!
Check out a few photos from ‘2010 A.B.F.T. Middle Creek Invitational’ below!
As most of you would know, 2 of the A.B.F.T. teams just recently organised their second trip of 2010 to Middle Creek. After shit-tins of rain in the month (Especially fortnight) leading up to the event….the boys struggled big time with landing the amount of fish and crabs they had all hoped for, which meant all that was needed for ‘Team Crab Catchers’ (Brendan Gray & Matty Manley) to come home with the Silverware over the top of Runner-ups ‘Team Cuttin Schmick’ (Jimmy Hanson & Ryan Jamieson) was a esky ‘bursting at the seams’ with a measly 4 whiting….sad huh!
Heres abit of a look at how the trip panned out…..
Day 1 - Was more of a planning day than anything else. Still unsure of what the weather had in store for us, it was a toss-up between heading to Pancake Creek as originally planned or whether to change plans at the last minute and go to the easier to get to Middle creek instead. After a lot of umming and arring, the final destination to be lucky enough to gain the A.B.F.T. Boys presence was Middle Creek.
Now the decision was made it was time for Jimmy and Jemo to start the drive back to Bundy from Brisbane and Blackwater to get the trip underway.
Most of the day was spent running round town getting bait, booze, more booze, abit more booze and ice.
But as darkness was upon us it was time to settle into B’s front yard for a few ‘quiet’ beers before heading of to do the grocery shopping so that Jemo had enough packets of chips to last the trip.
The night ended up minus about a carton and a half of beer and a vodka-goon bag before it was time to hit the hay and prepare for what lay ahead….
Day 2 – After limited sleep due to the previous nights shenanigans and pure excitement, it was a 4.30am rise and compulsory 5am beers to officially begin the ‘2010 A.B.F.T. Middle Creek Invitational’.
A quick stop over at the servo on the way out of town to stock up on fuel, a abit of firewood incase the weather again turned sour and for Matty to bin the 7 empty gold cans from under his feet, ensured the boys with beers in hand got a few pretty weird looks.
About 2 hours and several beers later, the boys had reached the camp grounds of Middle Creek and were greeted with awesome weather…..for now.
After an hour or so of setting up it was time to put the pots in and have a quick fish before settling in to a feed and beers around the fire and preparing for what the night had in store for us…
Jemo had assured the boys that tonight he would cook dinner for everyone…..a so called ‘Freakin awesome tasting’ roast and veggies done in the camp oven. During preparation there wasn’t much didn’t go in with the chunk of meat, everything from a stubby of beer, to butter, veggies, cheese and even half a tub of French onion dip. The only way to explain the end result is that the boys resembled a pride of Lions in the African jungle tearing away at a fresh Zebra carcus trying to eat it!
As the weather quickly started to deteriorate, the rain started falling and the wind began to howl so it limited the boys to drinking under stelter all night rather than around the fire and was hard to get into the spirit of things abit, until….behold Vodka-goon bag! Possibly the saviour of the night apart from B’s almost tragic ‘dump story’….
After a long day of fishing, drinking and eating Jemos ‘Freakin awesome tasting’ roast and veggies, little B decided it was time to sneak off down the beach to lay a cable without the other boys knowing. About 5 mins later, out of the darkness sprinted little B wearing nothing but a shirt and a ass crack full of shit, and carrying a shovel and a dunny roll after being scared away from his poo-hole in the sand by a young family of campers carrying torches….
After B cleaned his stinky ass, Jemo retreated to bed, Jimmy drowned himself in another ten beers, and Matty politely passed the Vodka-goon bag around before polishing it off himself…..more rain and wind built up, it was time to pack up shop for the night and hit the hay abit after midnight, only for a little while though. Half an hour later Middle Creek was hit by what could be described as the worst storm to ever hit an A.B.F.T. trip, apart from the floods which trapped the boys at Wartburg during the ‘A.B.F.T. 2002 Baffle Bobs Drinkathon’. All members of the A.B.F.T woke at the same time and an echo of ‘HOLY FUCKIN HELL….ITS PISSIN DOWN!!!’ went through the tent. Luckily we thought ahead and had used about 200m of rope when setting up the tent, otherwise it surely would have been blown flat like our neighbouring family of campers. (HAHAHA…..Suck it!)
Day 3 – Waking up to a awesome day, Day 3 started off with a BBQ breakfast washed down by a few refreshing XXXX Golds at about 6am followed by collecting some bait at the creek mouth and abit of a fish while we waited for the tide to come in abit. Walking the banks with yabbies and soft plastics, not much luck was had with B the only one able to get anything.
As Jimmy, Jemo and Matty retreated back to camp to refuel with another feed and a few beers, B had his own ideas which involved staying behind for a ‘little bit longer’ to see if he could ‘catch a few more fish’. 45 minutes later B returned bearing nothing more than a big happy smile and a bounce in his step! Lets just say the creek where he was fishing is now known as ‘Wank Creek’ rather than ‘Ocean Creek’….(Im sure you readers can work out why).
Pretty uneventful afternoon, with no fish being caught and the Crabs struggling to find their way out of Jemos Pants and into our crab pots, so it was time to buckle in and get set for the nights festivities!
A big feed, heaps of booze, a few hours of shit talk while listening to the smooth sounds of Taylor Swift and Garth Brooks and a little bit of nudity from the usual suspects Jimmy and Jemo, before we knew it B was caught having a quick snooze in his chair beside the fire as his fellow ‘Team Crab Catchers’ partner sat oozing in gayness next to him having abit of a break from the drinking to get over a case of heart-burn. As the fire began to die down a little, the members of ‘Team Cuttin Schmick’ decided it was time to put a little ‘Mooorrrreeeee fuuueeelllllll’ on the fire and that they should leave B asleep next to the fire so they could watch him shit himself and fall of his chair. The plan radically backfired, with B staying asleep while the fire roared…mostly on his legs! B escaped the drama with only a few leg hairs remaining and a stench following him that smelt like a burnt Skunk…
After a quick little reminder from ‘Team Cuttin Schmick’ to ‘Team Crab Catchers’ that they were reminding them of ‘Team Square Hooks’ (3 time winners of the ‘Elton John Award’….for softest and gayest team of the competition), they woke themselves up, got a drink and got back into the action!
B escaped up ‘Wank Creek’ for a fish for an hour or so before returning to camp with about 4 empty cans of beer and a few whiting before all the boys took things to a new level and busted out the spirits to get a little messy….
Matty was the first to get hit by the dreaded 3rd night syndrome and hit the hay, followed by B who again passed out peacefully next to the fire while Jimmy and Jemo sat around for another couple of hours trying to figure how other A.B.F.T teams such as ‘Team Worm Danglers’ and ‘Team Square Hooks’ can possibly be so gay….
The night ended with B once again almost becoming a human fire ball after ‘Team Cuttin Schmick’ attempted to wake him up in their own ‘special’ way!
Day 4 – With no more than 4 Legal fish in the esky, it was another early rise to the usual bacon, eggs and beer at 6am, then time to get on the water to try get a respectable catch in the boats!
‘Team Cuttin Schmick’ opted to stick with their tactics of using lures for the day and try and grind out a win by getting some quality fish, where as ‘Team Crab Catchers’ on the other hand went for the bait approach to try get quantity….
All the boys knew it would be a struggle with the talk of surrounding campers being that nobody had caught any fish worth talking about over the entire wkend but the boys plugged away!
‘Team Crab Catchers’ approach of using bait didn’t do them any favours, with them ending up empty handed for the day, catching nothing but a few pain in the ass sea-snakes, where as ‘team Cuttin Schmick’ showed hope of slowly clawing back by bagging a Cod and Brim and getting a few good hits on their lures!
In the end though the wind picked up and was hard to escape so the boys headed back to camp for a bite to eat, only to get a nice surprise when a few backpackers were spotted in the area….one sunbaking near our camp site on the beach and the other Kayaking across to the middle of the creek and fishing with her douchebag, geeky looking boyfriend. Never the less, it didn’t stop the single lads having a good look (Without being to suss of course).
Before we knew it, it was time to pack up camp, pick up the pots and get ready for the trip home!
Overall winner – Team Crab Catchers
Runner Up – Team Cuttin Schmick
Biggest Fish – Team Cuttin Schmick
Quality Fish – Team Cuttin Schmick
DOG AWARD – Team Cuttin Schmick/Team Crab Catchers
Elton John Award – Team Square Hooks/Team Worn Danglers (Both did not attend for shit reasons)
GRUB AWARD - Team Cuttin Schmick
Even though the Fishing and Crabbing was terrible, all the boys had a awesome time as they always do on A.B.F.T. Trips, and on a good note….we’re actually allowed to go back to Middle Creek, unlike our previous destination of Poona where im sure if we returned again we would get run out of town by hillbillys!
Check out a few photos from ‘2010 A.B.F.T. Middle Creek Invitational’ below!
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