The weather dictates much of what we don’t want – miserable fishing conditions. Just as we receive a weather-high, it’s often followed by a subsequent low. While we blame Huey (the weather god) for many missed opportunities or cancelled outings, sometimes we need to blame ourselves for not committing in the first place. Sometimes, you…
Sometimes I ask myself the same question while hail stones are stinging my face, while the gusts of wind blow me off my feet and my numb fingers refuse to tie on the new fly after the last one ended up in a tree behind me. Yes fly fishing can be a tough gig, but…
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.
With fishing, comes instinct. A deep-seeded drive to hunt, stalk and achieve. What was once out of necessity for the human race is now pure desire, for many. Along with this drive comes a fascination with the unknown and a yearning to explore deeper than you have ever been, perhaps where no man hath trodden.…
It is possibly the single-most important element to the fly fisher’s emotive process. The moment before mayhem, the tick before the tug, the tock before the take. It’s the cliché calm before the storm, the heightened pulse rate penetrating every part of your body like a rolling thunder. It’s the lump in the back of…
Anglers across Tasmania and abroad are gradually coming out of hibernation to wave their wand for the opening of the 2013/14 season. Great numbers of quirky crew will be heading to their local haunt this weekend to tangle with a brown trout, a sometimes-complex little species that many would not have seen for three months…
Leave passes – Every angler with a better half needs them. Sometimes the passes are abused, sometimes the passes are few and far between and other times they are saved up and banked into a special account titled “HELL YES MOTHER-FLIPPING NEW ZEALAND”. Well that is what mine was called anyway… More than six months…
Releasing one back into the wild…
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…
Tasmania’s Western Lakes region is surely the most enchanting area the sight-fishing angler would hope to encounter. Shallow lagoons and tarns, crystal clear water and silty-bottomed waters brimming with trout that are sometimes keen for a decent feed. My life has been pretty hectic of late, with work and family life taking a hold, which…
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