One of my memorable trips was the time we went to Princess Charlotte Bay for a week. When we arrived it was the most beautiful, still day and the bay looked like something from a Bond film.
Dad bundled us all into the rubber ducky and we headed toward the beach for a spot of fishing! My little brother and I were playing in the sand as Mum and Dad walked along the beach with the drag net.
All of a sudden I can hear Dad yelling 'get in the boat, quick now ...' so we both legged it and jumped in as the outboard powered up and we took off. As I looked back Mum was pointing a a massive, fat saltwater croc who was lying on the beach ... About 100 meters from where we'd been playing. That was the day we opted out of being the apptiser.
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