Roughly halfway through the 26-hour boat trip, as I watched a half-digested baguette transition from my stomach into the marine toilet, I started to question my sanity. The reason for taking…

There’s a thin red line in the northwest corner of Australia that meanders its way from Broome to Cape Leveque along the remote Dampier Peninsula. It’s a road carved from the red dirt known…

I was having a dram with my friend Dave Witherow the other day, as usual just shooting the bull. As usual, too, there were a couple of others there, both keen anglers. One was a young guy from…