That was just here eh? Kamarunga bridge? Barron River? (or there was another one just south of Cooktown?)
If its the one here, just down the road, he was just walking his dog along the bank and the croc leapt up and grabbed the dog.
The dude up north was on a boat ramp I think??
We were travelling up the peninsula and came to the Jardine River just on dark.The ferry punt was on the other side and had closed down for the night.
Work had started on a roadhouse on my side of the river but the work crew had cleared off for the weekend leaving a solitary watchman on site.
I wandered over for a yarn and he told me what time to expect the ferry to start operating in the morning. We chatted for a while about crocodiles then we camped there for the night.
The next morning I went very gingerly down to the water's edge to get a bucket of water and saw a piece of soap sitting on a rock.
This seemed to indicate that the watchman was in the habit of having a wash in the same place each morning. I had heard that crocodiles become aware of routine behaviour and that if someone does something twice in a row the croc will be waiting there for the third time. I therefore gave the soap a wide berth
and got my bucket of water from a spot where I had a clearish view of the water in all directions. The ferryman's children then appeared and, diving into the water, played around for a while before the ferryman appeared to operate the ferry and we crossed the river with no problems.
I read in the paper later that at that very spot a couple of days later a local and his family had arrived just on dark and he had decided to swim across and operate the ferry . A 14 foot croc got him while two smaller croce circled waiting for a snack.
It seemed that the watchman and the children were confident that in bright sunshine the crocs would lie low but the unfortunate local, who should have known better, thought that a quick dive in and a few powerful strokes would get him safely across in the dark.
Bad decision.