Lack of significant rains have prompted the sea-run trout to appear a touch earlier than normal in the North of Tasmania, with small amounts of bait not far behind. Yesterday I took a break by the river and managed to lock my keys in the car – this allowed me to painfully watch several sea-run…
Camden Rivulet is a wonderful stream nestled in the hills of the North-East of Tasmania and is surrounded by tantalising little drains and youthful headwaters. I would like to share some exciting news of a local business whose namesake in born from this very water and whose passion is fly fishing. Introducing Camden Fishing. These…
Some years ago, I attempted to walk along the beach in the firm compacted sand left by the retreating waves wearing only my underpants. The intention was to make myself as light as possible so as to leave no footprints, as if no-one was to know I had ever been there. Passers-by surely felt they had an encounter…
At this time of year I like to sneak out to a little river that is still open to rainbow fishing… It was blowing dogs off chains when I left town and I knew that it was going to be cold and miserable. Still, kicking back inside on my day off didn’t sound that hardcore.…
It’s been a while between posts but not fishing, thankfully! I recently hooked up with cobbers Laneo and Nick for a float session on the famed Macquarie River. When we met near Longford, the logistics of where to leave vehicles kicked in. You see, the mission consisted of three blokes with three cars and one needed…
Pure. Western. Wilderness.
This bream has seen better days…
A blue-nosed bream sucking on a cigar popper!
Post Christmas, we set off for an almost-annual pilgrimage into the Western lakes, this time choosing the Blue Peaks and Chudleigh Lakes as the destination. Myself, Andy and junior bro of the yappin’ clan – Stevie. The alarm needn’t have even flinched – I was up and at ’em prior to the rude awakening. We…
I recently had a successful mission fishing for bream with surface flies, so when a rostered day off work coincided with some decent weather (for once!) I became torn between thoughts of polaroiding trout in the Western Lakes or polaroiding bream on the East Coast instead. The bream won this time. I rocked up to a sweet…
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