One of the great things about fishing is the fact that you’re often moving slowly and methodically through a particular environment. Be it walking along a beach, drifting across the estuary or wading up a stream, fishing forces you to slow down and observe what is happening around you. It differs from other activities, such as walking or riding, in…
Month: June 2013
Beginners mistakes: fantasy tying….
I am sure its a stage many new fly tiers go through… The imagination runs wild, new fantastical, weird, ugly and downright strange patterns fly off the vice one after the other. No two flies alike, the unconstrained imagination of the newly minted artist, excited at the world of possibilities now open to them. As time goes by, this revelry…
The poor mans quad project… Part 1.
Where two rank amateurs (foolishly?) decide they can build their own bamboo rods I think in tangents. A seemingly simply distraction, a stray thought and suddenly I am away- some new idea has formed and I am off and running in often surprising directions, often 180 degrees from where I just was. While this can make me a frustrating man…
Wallaga Lake fishing report – June 2013
I spent the last week housesitting for my parents down at Wallaga Lake. I was there by myself and had worried that I might get bored. That certainly wasn’t the case: how could a keen fisherman, writer, cook and gardener possibly get bored with such a wonderful playground at their fingertips!? Having a whole week to play with is nice,…
Tweed weekender
It was Nicks 30th not long ago. To celebrate last weekend a few of us headed out into the country to his families property in the Southern highlands. The objective was simple. Eat well, drink well, play board games and do a little bit of fishing on the side. Its a long drive from Melbourne so we had to make…
South Alligator River
I was looking through some photos the other day and it reminded me of a fun little trip the boys from Flick and Fly Journal had on the South Alligator River. I’d almost forgotten how much fun we had. We had spent the last week battling it out on the Daly. We had caught over 100 fish and spent a…
A cook on the wild side
As a fishing tourist, you don’t usually have the luxury of the creature comforts you are accustomed to back home. For example, having flown over to NZ recently to harass the resident populations of monster trout, I had no chilly bin <ahem> esky, no cutlery, and no pots and pans. Keeping and cooking fresh fish was going to be a…