Mudcrabbing on the Dampier Penninsula

If you want to catch mudcrabs, ring this number...

...this was written on a notice at our campsite as Cape Leveque. We rang the number, and the next day we were following a Landcruiser out to the mangroves. Our Aboriginal guide had also bought his grandson, Josh, a nimble and energetic 10 year old. As we waded through charcoal-black mud, winching ourselves over mangrove roots, Josh jumped from tree to tree and his bare feet never seemed to slip. He located most of the mudcrabs for us, then we used our long wire hooks to pull them out of hollow trees or muddy pools. When we asked our guide how Josh managed without shoes, he said "I buy 'im 'eaps of shoes, but 'e never wears 'em".

Massive!

Cooking up our catch - we each had one mudcrab