With yesterday being a public holiday here in Tasmania, I whisked out to the North Esk River with Yappin’ Howell. The plan (..or lack thereof) was to bush-bash down to the small river in a forested section, and cast dry flies to a heap of small brown trout. The plan was going fine, until we…
Eventually, the work day ends and you kick yourself in the arse once again. Not that I need any arse-kicking incentive, as the thought of wading up a river on a warm sunny afternoon is more than enough to whet my appetite. It was still and the insects were buzzing. I made my way to the…
I was office bound and the clock was ticking. Like a mad man waiting for the next voice, I impatiently watched the minutes tick by while the bead of sweat on my brow slowly rolled down my cheek and onto the keyboard. Ironically, it landed on the ‘B’ and I knew at that moment that I…
Headed out to the Great Forester River over the weekend, hopeful that bait fish might be starting to move up into the system. Arrived to my little spot and was greeted with a stiff breeze, enough to blow the skin off a rice custard. There was also a familiar vehicle parked near the bridge –…
Hello humans. With Spring upon us and a glorious day revealing itself, a mission into the hills over the weekend was an easy decision to make. Packed the two weight, some waders, a bunch of fruit and my new Simms Headwaters tech pack – How appropriate. Good cobber Yappin’ Howell rocked up to my place at…
“Marge, Marge…. The rains are ‘ere”. We have recently experienced quite a few downpours in the North of Tassie and even the South has managed a much needed sprinkle. With the expectation of rising rivers, me and a mate took an early minute from work, hoping to get the timing right on a couple of river…
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