Step 1 - Move to the Kimberley.   It is logical that fish with good tastes will taste good. Freshly caught barramundi tastes exceptionally good.  Fish like that is not going to waste its time hanging around the southern half of the country.
Step 2 - Find some friends with a nice boat.  Be extremely kind and complimentary to these friends.  Our friends are Adam and Vanessa but it is acceptable to find friends with different names.  (NOTE: You needn't be their best friends.  If they invite their best friends away for the weekend but their best friends are unavailable then second best is good enough.)

Step 3 - Earn yourself a weekend away with the friends on the boat.  (NOTE: if you want to avoid extreme awkwardness over the course of the weekend, and I am speaking from personal experience here, make sure you take plenty of alcohol for you and your friends.  And by plenty I mean too much.)
Step 4 - Enjoy the feeling of wind in your hair as you contemplate how you are going to outwit the barramundi.

Step 5 - Get plenty of rest to conserve your energy for the hunt.

Step 6 - Put a lure on your line. Cast early and cast often.  Cast late and cast repeatedly.
Step 7 - This is the critical element of barramundi fishing.  The cast that catches your barramundi will always be preceded by your beloved partner making a disparaging comment about your casting technique.  In my case the comment was "that cast was pathetic - you will never catch anything with a cast like that".

Step 8 - Haul in your barramundi (with a little help from your friends).

Step 9 - Pose for a photo.  (Note that I am wearing my lucky hat.  I didn't realise it was my lucky hat until I caught the barramundi.  Only then did the hat's magical qualities reveal themselves.)

Step 10 - Become really excitable and celebrate a little bit too much while your friend does all the hard work preparing the fish.

Step 11- Enjoy eating the fish the same day that you caught it.  Preferably remind your partner of their disparaging comments about your successful cast and insist that they put their culinary skills to work preparing a delicacy.  Freshly caught barramundi tastes so good that no-one will be willing to put down their cutlery to take a photo.

J

And so it begins. 49 days left in Derby.  30 days left of work (for some of us...).
Then, the frantic scramble to Perth and away, away....to Los Angeles, and then onto our NY digs and then Europe (to live out my cheese fantasy).
As the rains and wind whip around Derby - we wonder (hopefully) if we can survive any cyclone that comes and make our escape to The World...C.