It Aint Easy Being Green

Well it appears that the bitterly cold hand of winter has finally departed and the long, quiet and almost meditative nights of tying flies in front of the fire have come to an end. Our attention is now diverted from reading about amazing piscatorial exploits to actually getting out there and putting all these theories…

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…