"Quietly within the boat he sometimes sits alone
Contemplating methods, as like a king upon his throne
In his hand, he holds his rod, ready to cast
Slowly and deadly a large crocodile idles past
Casting the lure with passion and skill
Lure the Barra to it and then begins the thrill
Only with his knowledge, he adjusts the drag
Casting with pure accuracy it drops alongside the snag

Surprisingly and without warning the line gets tight
The Barramundi is hooked and you're in for a fight
With speed and agility it breaks the water
You play along and wind and wind, slowly the line gets shorter
It's big, its silver, its threshing around
Hard work it's been, but worth it, the barra's about 30 pound
You've started as the underdog, but become the champ
All because you've done the tour of
Macka's Barra Camp"