by Andrew Collings It was a cold night in front of the telly and for no apparent reason my partner Lyndsay was more engrossed in the TV than anything I had to say for myself. It was one of those moments where the response to “I’m leaving you for the woman next door” would probably be a disinterested “that’s nice”. …
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Smelty John: A Story of First Times, Complete with Happy Ending
Like Hamish and Lee before me, I’ve come down with a bad case of the fly fishing bug that’s been doing the rounds recently. For me it started out as one of those strange obsessive internet journeys that I suppose is unique to the current generation in which I’d devoured every blog devoted to the sport, had watched countless Youtube…
Kayak fishing for Mulloway
In recent years the phenomenon of Kayak fishing has hit Australia like a GT all over a roosta popper. Everywhere from the pristine, quiet alpine lakes of New South Wales, Tasmania and Victoria to the open blue water around our coastlines, kayaks are becoming a viable option for almost every kind of fishing imaginable. Some are drawn to the sport…
Popping my metery cherry
Today we’ve got a guest article from Danny ‘Deepdiver’ Saunders on how he managed to snare a trophy barra in the hardest fished patch of water near Darwin. Top effort mate! Fishing in Darwin, or indeed anywhere can be an expensive hobby. If we worked out a per kilo rate of the fillets we fishos keep, factoring boats, tackle, booze and the rest of…
Breaking the trout drought
From ribbon thread to storming stream, The anglers chase throughout, The noblest fish the river width, A shining rainbow trout. I’ve always had an affinity with trout. I’m from the mountains, they’re from the mountains. I like swimming in clear, rocky, icy streams; trout like swimming in clear, rocky, icy streams. I like to sit in the shallows at the…
Dumaresq River Murray Cod, December 2011 (Cameo from Andy O’Brien)
I’d been planning this trip since booking in my holidays with the boss a few months ago. The plan – to head west (not that far west) and chase our magnificent natives of the Murray-Darling Basin. A bit of local knowledge and a few phone calls to family friends found us fishing the Dumaresq River, about 4 hours’ drive south-west…
Catching over fishing: manifesto of a fishing girlfriend
I can’t stand fishing. I know the proponents might find it relaxing or stimulating or something but not me. After about 2 months of being dragged around by my boyfriend to likely ‘hot spots’ and dragged upstream by likely branches that my hook invariably got caught in, I had made up my mind. Fishing is to walking, as yoga is to napping – a good way to ruin it. However,…