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It’s time to start chasing those pesky sea runners!
It’s time to start chasing those pesky sea runners!
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…
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…
Lack of significant rains have prompted the sea-run trout to appear a touch earlier than normal in the North of Tasmania, with small amounts of bait not far behind. Yesterday I took a break by the river and managed to lock my keys in the car – this allowed me to painfully watch several sea-run…
A black ribbon of whitebait make their way upstream…
Just came across this trailer from Rio Grande, fishing for sea-run browns in harsh conditions. Hmmm, sounds familiar! These guys connect to some super-charged specimens leaving me frothing for the film.
News in from over the weekend of an enormous feat on fly in Tasmania. Well-known Australian angler Philip Weigall was fishing the mighty Derwent River with guide and mate Christopher Bassano when Phil got more than he bargained for on a size 12 nymph! Measuring 86cm in length and a massive 60cm in girth, the fish was…
I had some work duties to attend to in the South of our state. Meetings and travel took up most of my time, but I thought it would be rude not to have a quick lunch-time fish while down there. In any case, I always carry a rod to satisfy such temptations. With a warm…
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 –…