I called Viv at about 10am on a Wednesday morning after seeing an advertisement in the window of the Mallaig tourist bureau. The advertisement for ‘local guided loch fishing’ was similar to Mallaig; quaint and decrepit in places, but seemingly honest and real. At 60 pounds for a half-day trip, I was thinking that I might get to sit in…
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Admissions, frustrations and revelations of a fly-fishing noob
It is a stunningly glorious day in north-east Victoria. There’s no wind, it’s 20 degrees and sunny, but crisp in the shadows. The autumn leaves are turning and it’s the weekend. What could be better? Hamish and I have decided to fish a small stream near Harrietville, in north-east Victoria. Bursting out of the car with excitement, I am setting…
“Vary it up”- musings on fishing dogmas
Inspired by this great gink and gasoline post, I decided to write a short little entry on fishing dogmas in general. Firstly fishing dogmas are usually dogmas for a reason, that is they generally work “most” of the time. They provide an easy to remember short hand of what to do in certain situations. Individually, as we become better anglers,…
Like father, like son
Has fishing changed in a generation? 1958 An 11 year old boy took his turn casting into the melee. He was fishing the mouth of the Waitara River in New Plymouth, New Zealand. It was a sunny Sunday afternoon, 1958. Men and boys of all ages were lined up shoulder to shoulder along the sand casting metal lures or ‘slices’…