Weekend report

I wrote a post a few weeks ago about my growing fishing itch that needed to be scratched. Well, I have to admit that I didn’t end up fishing that weekend…moving house and other life-related admin got the better of me, and needless to say, I have been pining for some fishing. Graz and I headed down to Wallaga Lake…

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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’…

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