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Nikki is Straddie Online's fishing reporter who will be keeping anglers up to date with "what's biting, where" on Straddie. See Nikki's fishing report on the webcam pages.
"I started fishing when I was eight years old. My father used to take me out to the Manly jetty to fish for bream. That was certainly a treat, and it was with him and under his guidance that I caught my first bream. My father passed away shortly after, but I had tasted success and was literally hooked. After driving my mother mad with repeated requests, she bought me my first rod and off we went to the Port of Brisbane. My mother had no idea of what equipment was needed, but I rocked up alongside fifty other serious whiting anglers ready to go. Time passed and I couldn't understand why everyone but me was catching fish and lots of them. I was getting frustrated and seeing my predicament a kind man came over and offered asistance and advice. It was my first fishing lesson and I remember it like it happened yesterday. He pointed out that my ten ounce sinker and 4.0 hook was not going to catch me the big whiting I was after. He was kind enough to offer a little of his tackle to me to get me started, and by that time the fish had cruised through, but I was keen and ready for the next day - poor Mum, I can only imagine what she was thinking.. The years went by and I moved to Redland Bay and managed to set up a surf ski that held my rod on the side and a crab pot on the front and away I went. This humble start was a far cry from the 12ft tinnies and some larger 17ft centre consoles that I would later own, but it was a nice start to a future of fishing expeditions. As I was never your average young lady who painted her nails or wore makeup I found myself as a lone fisherwoman on most occasions, and as a result learnt quickly to launch my own boats and spent many cold, dark winter's nights fishing off Peel Island and watching the sun come up fishing the Pelican Banks as morning broke over the Bay. My perserverance paid off, and I always came home with a decent catch to share with my family. For many years my life revolved around boats, fishing and crabbing; a pursuit that made me popular with friends and family. I became known on the local scene as a keen fisherwoman and was rewarded for my enthusiasm and experience with some excellent new custom made rods from my friends at Budd's Bait and Tackle in Cleveland which I still use today. Armed with the best equipment and advice I was ready for some serious fishing and after fishing Straddie for more than fifteen years I moved to the Island in 2002. The move enabled me to combine fishing with my other great passion - flying helicopters. I have sold my boats to concentrate on beach fishing these days, and although I miss spending days on the Bay, I really enjoy tailor fishing on Main Beach. Check out my Fishing Report on the webcam pages and I will pass on some local knowledge along with the beach conditions to ensure you a chance at a great catch on Straddie.
Gwen loves her life on Straddie. She is proud to say there is three generations of the Specht family living on the island. Two of her three children were born at Dunwich and all three still live here with their partners and families. Gwen first came to the island with her father for a fishing weekend in 1946. Her family spent many weekends and holidays travelling to the island until 1955 when she moved to Straddie with her parents.
She worked many jobs on the island and was one of the first bar maids to work at the Straddie Hotel. There was no electricity in those days. Gwen remembers the day the power was turned on at the Point. It was a big day – lots of fanfare. Local councillor Ellie Durbidge opened the ceremony. Unfortunately the next day a cyclone passed through and knocked the power line down. In 1973 Gwen was on the mainland when she heard the dreadful news of a shark attack on the island. There was only a telephone exchange at that time and she took a couple of hours to find out it wasn’t one of her sons. One of the highlights for 2007 for Gwen was to be invited to the opening of the new Stradbroke Hotel.
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Bob discovered Straddie in 1975 when he first came to the island for annual holidays. For the next 10 years he visited the island at least 3 times a year with his 2 children. In November 1985 he decided to bring his family to the island with a view to buying a business.
He checked out the Amity Point General Store that was owned at the time by Jorgy and his wife Robyn. He noticed that there were 2 pallets of grog in the cold room, yes that’s right, 2 full pallets. He thought to himself that this looked like a good little business. He initiated business discussions but was shot down by Robyn as she said Bob was too much like Jorgy and she would not sell the business to him. That was the end of that. |
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The very same night Bob stopped in at the Straddie Hotel for a quiet scotch and was amazed at the fundraising raffle taking place. The Point Lookout Surf Lifesavers were raffling a finger in a jar. A real finger in a jar! That was it. Bob thought to himself “This is definitely my kind of island”.
In March 1986 he took over as owner of the Stradbroke Fruit & Vegies Shop situated in Endeavour Street where Dolphin Real Estate is. Once a week the locals would hear the horn of the fruit truck when Bob drove the streets of the Point selling fruit and vegies. After bannering many trading names like 727 and AUR Express, Bob is trading as Foodworks Point Lookout. However, it will always be known to many as simply ‘Bobs Shop’. Bob enjoys the lifestyle of Straddie and says it is the perfect spot to raise a family.
He has a passion for horses and is the proud part owner of a couple of horses including a future champion – Cocktail Supreme. Bob has been a member of the Bowls Club for the past 26 years, a Committee Board Member for 16 years and the Treasurer for the past 14 years. |

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Beryl and husband Ron came to the island in 1943 for a three week holiday. Ron loved to fish and Beryl loved to swim, walk read and write. They knew they had found the perfect place. All their passions could be fulfilled here.
For the next 7 years they visited the island as much as possible until 1951 when they took over the local shop aptly named Point Lookout Store. They worked in the shop for the next 25 years. Beryl continued to write and has published two books. One is named ‘Poetry’ and the other ‘Island Eden’ which describes the early times and adventures of the island. One of the hardest obstacles she had in writing Island Eden was getting photos from those days when cameras where not plentiful.
Beryl thinks that Straddie is changing at a nice pace and she has no desire to live anywhere else. Beryl has just celebrated her 90th birthday. |
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While owning the Jacaranda Hotel at Grafton Jim mentioned to his cousin Ian that he would like to buy a hotel in the Redlands area. Ian’s reply to Jim was to say that the best pub in the Redlands is the Straddie Hotel. So in 1983 Ian and Jim visited the Straddie Hotel for a look. The seed was planted and on the 7th May 1986 Jim as owner/licencee and his wife Judy started their long association with the famous Straddie Hotel. Jim has always been involved with community fund raising, tourism and the promotion of Straddie.
He enjoys the lifestyle of living in a small community and says it is a great place to raise a family. In fact Jim’s youngest daughter started her schooling at Dunwich. He has many stories to tell but fondly remembers one night in the Public Bar. He was having a drink with mate Bob Hoffman. The lights were low, all patrons had left when Bob dropped to the floor. Jim starts to bend down to see if Bob needs mouth to mouth when reality hits him. ‘What if someone like Jonesy walks past the bar and sees Bob on the floor with Jim bent over him?’ Much to Jim’s delight Bob came round only to drop to the ground once again. Eventually Jim got Bob home.
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Margaret was introduced to Stradbroke Island by her mother when she was sixteen years. She reconnected with Straddie in the early 70’s visiting the island on weekends and staying in the Rabbit Hut. She decided to make this arrangement permanent in 1988. Margaret is a trained aromatherapy practitioner and decided Point Lookout was the perfect place to start a business.
She independently instigated the recycling on the island and for many years we watched Margaret collect bottles, putting them into 44 gallon drums ready for recycling. She managed to get a contract with the Redland Shire Council and with their help worked at setting up the Refuse Station on the Island.
Margaret also worked at the Redland Times. Here she was responsible for photographing and writing about events happening on Stradbroke. This segment was aptly named “Straddie Snippets.” Margaret wrote for the local radio station promoting aromatherapy. She still works with essential oils making her own air fresheners and copy cat perfumes. Margaret is a carefree spirit who enjoys the quiet bohemian lifestyle on Straddie with fantastic places to walk and swim. She loves reading especially history on Stradbroke Island.
Margaret’s embarrassing moment is when she thought she could be a tour guide on the island. She was curious about the history so she took a course at the local college to learn how to be a guide. At the end of the term a mock up tour was organized. Each person was given a topic. The tour bus headed off from Dunwich to the headland at the Point where Margaret was to deliver on the naming and discovery of the Point. With great enthusiasm she leapt upon the step on the headland monument and announced “Sailing past in 1770 Point Lookout was named by Captain James Cock”. Mortified, she stepped from the pedestal realizing her destiny would never be as an Island Tour Guide. Sorry James!
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Despite her success, persistent ear infections caused her to be invalided out of the Army. It was soon after this that she met her husband Bruce Walker and married him in 1942. She and Bruce had a son, Denis in 1946. Kathleen continued to work and took a job at Murrarie in the bacon factory, but the hours proved unsuitable whilst looking after a young child, and instead, began employment for Sir Raphael and Lady Cilento as their housekeeper. The Cilento’s encouraged her literary talent and took a great interest in her pursuits.
In the fifties, Kath joined the Communist Party believing that it may provide a good opportunity to advance the interests of Aboriginal people. At that time it was the only Australian political party without a White Australia Policy.
Kath Walkers first book of poetry, "We Are Going" was published in 1964 to high acclaim. Of the book she is quoted as saying, "You could say a poet is born, but you are not born a poet, you have to work on it. I felt that poetry would be the breakthrough for the Aboriginal people because they are story tellers and song makers, and I thought that poetry would appeal to them more than anything else. It was more a book of voices that I was trying to bring out, and I think I have succeeded in doing this."
In 1966 she published "The Dawn is at Hand" and it went on to win the Jessie Litchfield Award.
Soon after, Kath Walker was awarded the Fellowship of Australian Writers Award and the Dame Mary Gilmore Medal. She was also a very talented and prolific artist.
For her continued pursuit of social justice for the Aboriginal people of Australia, she was awarded the MBE in 1970 for services to Aboriginal people in the same year that she published her book, "My People".
After a productive and active year she moved back to the place of her birth and in 1971, she established "Moongalba" near Dunwich on North Stradbroke Island. It was here that she remained for the rest of her life, dedicating her time to educating people of all races about Aboriginal society and culture. She lived happily with her animals and invited more than 30,000 people into her open air classroom to share her knowledge with them.
During this time she preferred to be referred to by her Aboriginal name, Oodgero Noonuccal, Custodian of Minjerribah. Oodgeroo is the local Aboriginal word for paper bark tree.
On the 16th of September 1993, Oodgeroo sadly lost her short battle with cancer and passed away, leaving behind her a legacy of courage, creativity and compassion.
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