To truly take hold, sometimes one has to let go. It’s quite an amazing feeling really, and likely changes with every angler who commits the act. For some, the act of fishing itself is driven by the need to provide, to gather perhaps. I for one, don’t eat trout so I’m bound to release them.…
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…
We are just a month into Autumn and within a couple of weeks, the Tasmanian landscape has quickly turned from various shades of brown to much more visually appealing greens. The days are getting shorter and we lose daylight savings this weekend. Deciduous trees are turning and the nights are chilling to a point where…
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…
I sometimes sit back and dream about fly fishing, from far off destinations like Alaska, Canada, and Iceland, and also those a bit closer to home like Tasmania’s Western lakes and the back country rivers across the ditch, however for me I find that I enjoy casting as much, maybe even more than actually catching…
It’s always nice to bring one to the net, but just as nice to see one swim away from it.
Recently I had the pleasure of escorting a pair of the world’s coolest trout bums to a very special part of Tasmania. Paul and Gerd had travelled half way around the world from Austria in search of the ultimate Western Lakes polaroiding experience. Although our spotted locals eluded them on this day the images of…
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