
After a week of stormy and unsettled weather the forecast for the weekend was looking good with westerly winds for the Saturday and easterly for the Sunday and Monday. We launched the boat at just after 9:30am on Saturday from Lock Sport, a small town at the western end of Lake Victoria and the main lakes system.

We headed out with the jib furled and a reef tucked in the main in a 15 knot north wester that was whipping up a few whitecaps on the shallow water. My oldest son Jordan took the helm with my younger son Connor in the bow complete with three cornered hat. He had decided that he would be the Captain for this voyage and mother had dutifully stitched three corners into a felt hat from his extensive arsenal of dress-ups.

After about three hours of sailing, during which the Captain “discovered” and named a few points along the way, we eased the bow into the beach beside the jetty at Wilson’s Point.

Sperm Whale Head is at the centre of the Gippsland Lakes Coastal Park that runs along the south side of the lakes. At Wilson’s Point there are good facilities for boaties with 48 hour moorings at the jetty and toilet and picnic facilities ashore. This is common throughout the park.
Once we had completed lunch, done a little fishing and checked out the pelicans and black swans at the point we set on our way to our camp site at Bunga Arm. The entrance to Bunga Arm is through a narrow channel that even a small boat like ours needs to follow. Other areas of shallow water are not marked but black swans with their bums in the air feeding off the bottom are a good indication of places to avoid.




Rotomah is a small island below Sperm Whale Head and again is part of the Gippsland Lakes Coastal Park. Reportedly there is quite a bit of wildlife on this island including ostriches, kangaroos and koalas. We didn’t manage to spot any but the ground evidenced their presence with droppings everywhere. Snakes, did I mention snakes! Apparently they are there too but we certainly weren’t looking for them.






After a short lunch I walked through the bush on the spit to survey conditions out on the lake. The updated forecast was for 10-15 knots of south easter building to 20 knots in the afternoon. Since we were now on the northern side of Lake Victoria I was not keen on a reach in 20 knots with waves fetched from the other side of the lake. Part of me was hoping that it had come in early and trapped us here for the night but on reaching the other side it looked to be in the 10-15 knot range as forecast.
With a furled jib and a reefed main we set sail to the disgruntlement of the boys and beat out against the breeze until we could bear away down the lake on a beam reach to Lock Sport. While beating into the wind without a jib made it more difficult than required I didn’t want to be over powered and require Jordan to have to go forward and fight it down in a building sea.
Once around the shoal marker at the sand spit on the Duck Arm headland we spotted one of those “what the ...” type of craft running down the lake before us. The deck house on this old tub was probably providing more drive than the second-hand undersize mainsail that did not trouble the head of the mast or the end of the boom. We quickly unfurled the headsail and set off in pursuit. There is nothing like a little challenge to make the long leg go faster.
About twenty minutes into this leg we were approached, as had occurred on several occasions over the weekend by a power boat travelling to fast and to close. Our frantic attempts to wave them away for greater clearance were interpreted as us being very friendly folk and they waved back as a 1 meter wave curled off their transom. As the wake approached I hardened up into the wind to take it head on when it rose on the back on the building sea to a breaking wave about 1.5 meters high. We smashed through the wave taking onboard a few litres of water and giving off a few choice words in the perpetrators direction. We bore away with the wind and continued our pursuit.
It wasn’t long before we had caught our target and passed him to windward being waved pass by the proud owner with a toothless smile. Looking at his boat close up, I wouldn’t have expected anything else. We carried on our way at a steady 5-6 knots, being taunted by Jordan in the bow holding the GPS confidently declaring I wouldn’t get his 6.5 knot record. At 3:30pm we flew into the jetty at Lock Sport to finish another very enjoyable weekend on the Gippsland Lakes.