Build-Up Barramundi: A Fishing Adventure in Kakadu

The build-up season in the Northern Territory is a time of humidity, sweat, flat waters—and some of the best barramundi fishing of the year. This year, we chased the breeding migration on a three-day camping trip in Kakadu, and it was nothing short of unforgettable.

The Trip Begins

Our days were filled with vibrant birds, rolling storm fronts, Jew fish for lunch and dinner, and plenty of barramundi. For me, this trip held extra significance: I caught a fish of a lifetime, setting a new personal best.

On the second day, we woke early to a brilliant sunrise, millions of mozzies swarming our tent, and more sweat than we preferred. After a quick pack-up, a snack, and a coffee, we were back on the water—the hunt for the elusive “metery” had begun.

The Perfect Creek

We found a promising creek and started scouting. A couple of lure casts later, our first troll run of the day began. Halfway through the second run, it happened. My reel started screaming as line peeled off. I grabbed my rod just in time to see her leap—a magnificent barramundi, her size revealed by the sound of her hitting the water.

The Fight of a Lifetime

She was feisty and relentless. For every two meters I reeled in, she took one back. The boat spun in the creek, my line went under the boat, and she jumped again. For a tense moment, I thought I might lose her—then she dove deep. With the boat in the right position, I fought her head-on.

Inch by inch, I gained line. Larry had the net ready, and finally, she was within reach. The net handle bent under her weight as we lifted her into the boat. She was stunning, heavy, and a meter fifteen barramundi—my first true trophy fish.

Adrenaline was high, high fives were shared, and rum became the breakfast of champions. The rest of the trip delivered plenty more barramundi—not quite meter-sized, but legal and perfect for the freezer and our tummies.

From Catch to Canvas

This catch inspired my limited release of original 85cm Build-Up Barramundi prints. Not every fish can come home with us—some deserve to be released. I hope these prints serve as a reminder of a trip, a fight, or a catch that’s truly worth remembering.