Join us for our very first VNTR Ops hunting, fishing, and camping episode. Faced with an unforgiving weather forecast, we packed away our boats and rods, opting instead for quads and guns. We headed west into Central Queensland, choosing the remote cattle station in Yaraka for its rugged beauty. Nestled within the Channel Country, the station offers breathtaking landscapes, impressive pigs, and the serene Barcoo River flowing right through its heart.
Initially, we were all set on reaching North West Island. After months of careful planning, our boats were packed and fishing gear sorted. The lure of fishing on reefs, catching crays, and camping in remote beauty excited us. However, Mother Nature had other plans. A high-pressure system brought relentless winds of over 40 km/h, blowing away our hopes of an island expedition.
Disheartened but not defeated, we quickly pivoted to our biggest passion: hunting. The decision was swift, and we set off for Yaraka, eager for the action that awaited.
The first few days presented challenges. Our group combed the area, driving over 300Klms on the quads and buggies but sightings were scarce, with Rob only managing to bag a single pig. It wasn't until we found a way across the Barcoo River on our bikes that the real action began. The expansive plains on the other side opened up into a hunting haven, where our persistence finally paid off.
Initially, we were all set on reaching North West Island. After months of careful planning, our boats were packed and fishing gear sorted. The lure of fishing on reefs, catching crays, and camping in remote beauty excited us. However, Mother Nature had other plans. A high-pressure system brought relentless winds of over 40 km/h, blowing away our hopes of an island expedition.
Disheartened but not defeated, we quickly pivoted to our biggest passion: hunting. The decision was swift, and we set off for Yaraka, eager for the action that awaited.
The first few days presented challenges. Our group combed the area, driving over 300Klms on the quads and buggies but sightings were scarce, with Rob only managing to bag a single pig. It wasn't until we found a way across the Barcoo River on our bikes that the real action began. The expansive plains on the other side opened up into a hunting haven, where our persistence finally paid off.