I’M A LITTLE NERVOUS as I walk down towards the Normanby River at Kalpowar Crossing. The waterways around here, inside Queensland’s Rinyirru National Park, are notorious for two resident species. The first of those, barramundi, are prized by anglers and best cooked over hot coals, with perhaps a squeeze of lemon. The second, estuarine crocodiles, are likely to reverse that scenario.
There’s already a man up ahead standing by the riverbank, though not too close to risk being trapped inside the jaws of a dinosaur. He’s wearing the Cape York Peninsula uniform of garish fishing polo and trucker cap over quick-dry shorts and thongs so, rather obviously, I ask him if he’s come here to fish for barra.
“No chance,” he says, shaking his head vigorously. “I’m not going near…