How golden is the after-work session? There’s no greater feeling than shedding the work attire and slipping into some wading boots. It’s like Clark Kent stepping out of the phone booth, only this time he’s free-balling. It’s like picking up the phone to hear the voice of a good mate, except this time, you’ve made…
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…
Every season, things happen from a piscatorial perspective that kind of tickle my fancy. It might be a memorable fish, a new water, amazing wilderness, fishing with someone I’ve never fished with before, or even just a day on the water when someone falls over and eats shit. Either way, every mission offers something that…
Monkey see, monkey threw… Monkey failed, monkey blue. Luckily, that monkey found some other things to do.
With every season comes a renewed desire to explore new water. Somewhere I’ve never been, somewhere I’ve never fished. It might be a whole new river, maybe even just a new section. It’s sometimes a wilderness lake, many kilometres walk from any road, allowing for plenty of pondering as you re-trace the paths of the…
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…
Fishing in winter, for many, is simply non-existent. Especially with the vast majority of Tasmanian trout waters closed. Even the thought of wetting a line sends some of the hairiest humans into hibernation. I mean, why would you want to leave the warmth of your cosy abode, drive forever dodging nocturnal monsters on frosty roads, only…
A recent caenid mayfly hatch at first light saw a quite a few of them in a spot of bother. If I had to guess, I reckon these little guys were a size #26-#28 and some of the smallest mayfly I have seen. I thought they were midge until a closer inspection!
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