I never did get to Borroloola. In the sixties and early 70s, when I lived in Mt Isa, in North West Queensland (Aust) my ex and his mates used to go to Borroloola on fishing expeditions. I always wanted to go but was never invited. I guess when I said I'd like to go no one took me seriously. Dutiful wives of the time stayed home with the children while their husbands went on hunting/fishing trips. And I was a dutiful wife. But I loved the sound of the placename, how it rolled off the tongue.
My brother, Danny sent me these photos of a crocodile that was captured recently at Borroloola After all these years I can finally accept, maybe it was for the best that I never got to Borroloola.
The pictures were taken last week at Borroloola (NT). The cros measured 6.325 metres (over 20 feet) long and weighed 18,550 kilos (over 40,000 pounds) - that's a very big lizard. It started annoying one of the local Barra fishermen by eating the prop off his outboard. He reckons that it was circling the 5 metre tinny for 20 minutes before the decision to kill it was made by him and a very frightened decky (deckhand).