Summer is a very exciting time of year for the Tasmanian fly fisherman. Until now the surface activity has been very few and far between. We relied instead on our keen eye to pick out trouty shapes amongst a myriad of trouty shaped things that aren’t actually trout. That time is drawing to a close and things are…
Sometimes I ask myself the same question while hail stones are stinging my face, while the gusts of wind blow me off my feet and my numb fingers refuse to tie on the new fly after the last one ended up in a tree behind me. Yes fly fishing can be a tough gig, but…
Blue hues, dramatically enhanced by polarised lenses. Amphibian shoes, scratched by scoparia, encounter decades-old fences. Thousands of tarns and lagoons, barely any trees Taking full advantage of sight-fishing days like these.
