Halfway through the trout off-season, then mate and fellow RiverFly 1864 guide Peter Broomhall throws up a couple of minutes footage of brown trout rising to naturals on Tasmanian streams. Sounds simple enough, but in reality, all this vision does is offer the viewer a painstaking perspective of what lies ahead. It’s like dangling a…
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…
Year after year, season after season, a desire to explore the wilderness beckons. Round the next bend, over the furthest hill. While somewhat content with the small windows of opportunity to fish, some missions require more consideration with a time-slot allocated in advance. Not necessarily miles away from human activity, but somewhere lesser-known or a…
October is the time of year that sends many anglers into a fly fishing frenzy, as the mayfly emerges from its hibernation. Truth be known, I have witnessed mayfly still hatching in the depths of winter on small creeks, so I guess the exact timing could be attributed to complexities around geographical micro-climates, but generally…
I’ve been enjoying some marvellous river sessions over the past month or two, with some being successful in terms of fish catching and other sessions proving more joyous in relation to company, insect hatches or new discoveries. Either way, each has its own unique story but instead, I thought this post could be more suited…
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!
The Central Highlands of Tasmania is an amazing place, the scope for exploration never ending. One can easily find themselves completely immersed in their surroundings in a continuous pursuit of new waters and the possibilities they behold. More often than not it is fishing that brings us to our destination, but occasionally it isn’t…
The lads had been looking forward to it for many weeks, a chance to all hook up and hike into the wilderness, where conservation meets salivation. The date was set – Friday 13th December, and to say we were all a little edgy at work that week would be an understatement. Not edgy due to…
Friday’s are pretty awesome. For many, it spells the end of the working week, where stress levels ease and relaxation looms. It’s engrained in the modern anglers’ DNA to transfer thoughts across to fishing. The stream becomes your cubicle, the overgrown bush-track is your highway. The lake is your oval and the creek is your…
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