It suddenly dawned on me, that while I have basically whored a couple (of hundred) images around the internet, I’m yet to share my story here on the biggest, wildest and most badass brown trout that I’ve ever had the pleasure of tangling with… In fact, the whole story starts on the internet. Well, social media…
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…
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…
When I started this blog, some five years ago, I had no idea of my objective. I had no defined goals or targets. The basic idea was to share a journey and ultimately, share the passion. Looking back, it has given me an online record of stories, laughs and wonderful memories, but also a timeline…
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…
One day soon, I will tell you a story about that time on Australia Day when I encountered a trophy brown trout tipping the weigh net at 10.5lb, on a small dry fly, in the middle of Tasmania’s Western Lakes wilderness, many miles from any road. It was kind of epic and I’m still buzzing!!…
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…
The weather dictates much of what we don’t want – miserable fishing conditions. Just as we receive a weather-high, it’s often followed by a subsequent low. While we blame Huey (the weather god) for many missed opportunities or cancelled outings, sometimes we need to blame ourselves for not committing in the first place. Sometimes, you…
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.
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