Days Like These…
Blue hues, dramatically enhanced by polarised lenses. Amphibian shoes, scratched by scoparia, encounter decades-old fences. Thousands of tarns and lagoons, barely any trees Taking full advantage of sight-fishing days like these.
Off and Racing!
Despite recent rain enough for rivers to break banks, I managed to open my account on the rivers to kick off the Tasmanian 2013/14 trout season. I set off for the St Patricks River, expecting it to be still out over the banks but was surprised to arrive at a very full but clear river.…
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Releasing one back into the wild…
My Christmas Pleasant
As per the last few years, me and a few cobbers ventured into Tasmania’s Western Lakes for a couple of nights camping, hiking and fly fishing. Once again, the mission was planned well in advance and by the time Christmas had rolled around we were champing at the bit to get out there. Destination this…
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You wouldn’t think so but trout live here, at the beach. Resident trout can be encountered quite often but it’s the hefty sea-run trout chasing whitebait that draw mental anglers from all over for amazing sight fishing and that chance encounter with a trophy-sized silver bullet… (remember to click on the photo for much better…
Wild & Clear
That’s what many of us seek isn’t it – Something wild, something clear enough to polaroid, to sight fish? I certainly do, my mates dig it and so do the kids from Montana Wild. Here’s another sweet clip from these guys chasing cutties and bullies in some wild and steep gorges…
Jazz & Fly Fishing
Regardless of where and how you fish, every angler is surely touched by rhythm. It is something one cannot escape. The water on a small stream, cascading down the smallest of descents or a wind-lapped lake shore constantly revealing it’s beat. The hum of the furious hatches while the tree-tops sway in the valley above. Frantic sea-birds in the…
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Thoughts of the upcoming trout season spark memories of summer hiking and polaroiding.
Introducing: RiverFly Wilderness Huts
Some years ago, I attempted to walk along the beach in the firm compacted sand left by the retreating waves wearing only my underpants. The intention was to make myself as light as possible so as to leave no footprints, as if no-one was to know I had ever been there. Passers-by surely felt they had an encounter…
Blue Peaks and Beyond
Post Christmas, we set off for an almost-annual pilgrimage into the Western lakes, this time choosing the Blue Peaks and Chudleigh Lakes as the destination. Myself, Andy and junior bro of the yappin’ clan – Stevie. The alarm needn’t have even flinched – I was up and at ’em prior to the rude awakening. We…
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