This story begins in the good old days, when country roads were dirt and trailer boats were few. Our family experienced the last of those good old days. We were novice fishermen, who happened across a place that had an abundance of fish. Remoteness, and the intervention of World War II, had left this place unfished by all but a few. This story tells about the fishing there, the people we met, and some of the things that have happened along the way. But it also tells more. It tells about the fish we found, how we found them, their habits, and what eventually happened to them. It is information that needs to be remembered. It is only by knowing what we once had that we realise what it is we have lost.