It suddenly dawned on me, that while I have basically whored a couple (of hundred) images around the internet, I’m yet to share my story here on the biggest, wildest and most badass brown trout that I’ve ever had the pleasure of tangling with… In fact, the whole story starts on the internet. Well, social media…
After much anticipation, the doors of the new trout season are open to those willing to tangle with a wily Tasmanian brown trout. An unprecedented amount of rain has fallen in almost every corner of Australia’s fly-fishing capital, with some regions witnessing the wettest three months since records began. Some thirty-five bridges were either damaged…
The typical holiday period in Australia is a time that many savour. Annual leave passes are banked up throughout the year and pennies are stashed away to save up for that relaxing getaway, trip of a lifetime or some well-needed family catch-up. While holiday-makers on the other side of the globe are donning their gloves…
Monkey see, monkey threw… Monkey failed, monkey blue. Luckily, that monkey found some other things to do.
You have to watch the latest clip by the team at Montana Wild – It’s so crisp! Last June, the Montana Wild crew was thirsty for some fly fishing. Black bear season was over but spring run-off most certainly was not, leaving few options for clear waters around Missoula. Zack, Travis and Sam decided to…
Sometimes, it’s just about getting back to the river and doing your thing.
The lead up to opening day for season 2014/15 was pondered, well in advance. Thoughts of flicking a single dry fly in tiny headwater creeks was my preference. In my mind, I envisaged a cold day, a hint of sun occasionally warming the back of my hands and maybe, just maybe, a fish or two…
That period of time, between the moment the fish is hooked until it is landed. Half of the work has been done and perhaps, half the satisfaction achieved. I guess each anglers desires are as diverse as their personalities. For me, the take is very special – knowing that you have fooled the fish with…
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…
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…
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