Moody Mornings

Sometimes, despite your most honest attempts and optimism, the mission isn’t always a success. Well, not a success in terms of catching fish anyway. Such was the case last weekend at Little Pine Lagoon in Tasmania’s highlands. The weather was moody, we were a little sleepy and it seems that the fish decided have a…

One for the Diggers

As a youngster, I used to get up early for the Anzac Day march every year. In my early teens, I stood around the cenotaph on a couple of occasions, rifle in hand while representing the local cadets, along with my brother. We were always told to wiggle our toes in our boots so we…

Finicky Fins & Cold Tins

It was high time to hook up with a couple of likely candidates for a session on Tasmania’s Little Pine Lagoon. We set the date in advance for some socialising at the shack and an early session on the ‘tailers’. Along for the ride were Yapper, Byrneout, Bazzel and the Beevor – a good selection…

Struck Too Early…

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…

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…

Back Out the Back…

You know you’re up early when the birds are fast asleep and Rage is pumping out some really weird stuff. Hooked up with Andy and loaded the bikes into my bus, with the intention of having a ride amongst the Nineteen Lagoons. Although we were pumped to ride, relief swept across our mugs when the…

Daytime Fails & Evening Tails

A late burst of pleasant weather prompted a brief journey to the Western Lakes for some sight fishing. I sent a text to my old mate Chris, asking nicely for him to drag his late-shift arse out of bed so we could begin. Christo quickly responded with an affirmative “let’s hit it”. Two hours later…