My wife’s uncle Murray was invited up to the Daintree for a spot of Barra fishing by his buddy Frank. On the morning in question they went to an old secluded boat ramp, launched the 15 foot aluminium dinghy and drifted downstream with the flow of the river. After a quite few hours (and beers) they had slipped down the river a couple miles but still had not caught anything worth taking home. Being an old timber getter from way back Frank still had a keen eye for quality wood that he could mill up and sell off as coffee tables. He spotted what he swore was a mid trunk section of a Silky Oak tree drifting along with the telltale curls of the water-sodden bark just protruding from the smooth surface of the water. With hand on the tiller he steered the dinghy alongside the log ready to lash it to the gunnels and drag it back to shore. As the pair got alongside the log there was a mighty splash and the hissing roar of a seven metre giant who was hungry for anything that may offer itself as a meal. Frank still had a firm grip on the outboard throttle and with a deft twist and a crafty steering manoeuvre he was able to clear the old croc and, albeit a little shaken, headed back toward the car and trailer. As they were nearing the boat ramp Frank recalled that he saw an old workmate heading further up the river on his annual pilgrimage to the happy (Barra) hunting grounds. While talking to Murray he said “Old Bob and a couple of his mates are camping a few miles past the car and he usually has quite a few cartons and at least a couple of crates of amazing moonshine he is always willing to share with friends. That should help settle the nerves a bit. To which Murray replied “After the near miss with that croc I will have to pass on the invitation my friend. Mate I’m certain I have a really bad case of dysentery.” In reply Frank said “Don’t worry too much about that Murray bring that along too, those guys will drink anything!!