Last Saturday I went and explored a bit of water I knew very little about. That’s what I felt like doing. I knew from driving alongside it at the start of the season that it had a 4-5k gorge which I thought I’d get through in the day. I’d say I got through 2ks of it max! It was very slow going with lots of climbs, some quite technical. I felt like spiderman with a flyrod at one stage, I was spreadeagled across a rock face over a deep pool inching along it very slowly! (A new super-power Kristian??) No risk of course; if I fell off, I’d land in the river, get wet and swim out. Next weekend is more gorge fishing. At the end of the season I’ll be kicking back with some friends in Lumsden for 5 days. We will fish short, fish filled sections of the Mataura each day. It will be so easy I might feel guilty. The walking and lack of climbing I mean! I expect the fishing will be challenging demanding good fundamentals.
Have a great week!
Ronan..
Ps. As you’ll see from my photo’s I have updated a lot of my gear. For info on any of these products check out http://manictackleproject.com/ The Lamson reels are so so nice!
First fish.. I almost left the river due to the colour of the water.
Easy river but I know there’s a gorge not far away!
Another solid little fish..
Here is one for my fly-blog’s F&F expert, Breandan, to identify… check the comments over the next few days for results!
8 well conditioned, beautifully marked fish for my day..
The gorge begins…
Some deep pools and steep cliffs in the gorge..
I had one here..
Another for the F&F man…
I guess those lines were horizontal at some stage…
And one more for you Breandan..
Clambering over rocks adds another element to the fishing day!
There were loads of these about. Always a good sign for the future of a river!
I have a few easy days on the Mataura coming up.. no climbing!
I had to climb out here. It took a while to find a route back down.
Went on Dunstan for a few hours on Sunday. I had 3 good rainbows.
Trout from the lake, prawns from Thailand!
Happiness is a box in the mail! All my gear is worn out, it has been for ages truth be told! Time to invest in my sport…
This week on SLTV, Episode 5. New Zealand to Tasmania. Its not easy to fish, film, row, net etc all at the same time from a kayak! In this episode I beat Paul 10 trout to 4 on a lake in NZ, Then Paul beats me 5-1 on a lake in Tassie… That still puts me in front I do believe! But were not competitive at all…
Sometimes when fishing in a forest lined gorge, low light is better for spotting than bright sun. The sun creates extreme shadow, contrast and glare coming through the trees, sometimes the the banks are illuminated so much that it’s impossible to adjust your eyes to the dark water. Diffuse light from an overcast day creates less shadow and contrast with more uniform light in and around the water making spotting much easier. Also there is little or no glare because you are always spotting against trees or cliffs.
Robbie and I fished a gorge on Saturday during a blue sky day. Spotting was very tough for the reasons I just described. We covered about 10 – 12ks of river because blind fishing was not really an option and we just walked until we found fish. There were not many out. We had one each.
At the end of the day, almost at the last pool, we sat and watched it for a while. Then I spotted one sitting high in the water not moving at all. The trout was in a back eddy, hidden against a black rock making him hard to see. Robbie suggested I take the shot so I didn’t hesitate. I crossed the river and changed my fly before getting into position. I had a strong feeling a nymph would spook the fish so I put on a size 10 cicada. I got into position directly behind him. I took the shot which landed perfectly about 2 foot in front of the fish. Then I waited. The fish slowly started to move and my first thought was that he was going to accelerate away spooked. Then I realised he was rising in the water… slowly… really slowly. I told myself not to strike too quick. I watched the tip of his big snout lazily take down my fly. I let it go back under the water and then I struck. Nothing. Fuck. My strike was maybe a little slower than usual but that was the slowest I have ever seen a trout move. I should have reacted equally slowly. Lesson learned.
Robbie mentioned 13lbs afterwards. It was a very big fish, that’s for sure but not that big I think… Who knows. I have to go back but the season is almost over and its a serious mission to get there!
Ronan..
We covered ground quickly because we were not seeing fish.. Because of this we covered many ks of river..
This small fish was my only one of the day..
Nice water..
Likely water but we saw nothing..
Some history from the gold mining days..
Lots of glorious but fishless water..
The best of the day for Robbie..
There was a fish in this pool..
I’ll never forget this pool.. for the wrong reason unfortunately. I was too quick to strike a big fish. My timing was as normal but the fish moved as slowly to take the dry as a fish can swim!!!
the characteristics of the river are different this high up.
A tough old beech tree claiming its place among the rocks..
Robbie Mcphee.. Possibly the toughest angler I know..
Stunning views during the climb out..
Climbing out of the gorge is hard on the legs! This bit was almost vertical..
Early in our 3 hour walk / climb out… Robbie with his fly-rod and hiking stick. His tools of the trade!
This week on SLTV, Part 3 of my introduction, you’ll learn Fraser’s porn name, and that he’s a mean Irish dancer.. Also he hooks a lot of tree’s and an occasional fish. More great fish footage here too from a stunning Fjordland river.. Enjoy..
Take my advice and never go into Fjordland if rain is forecast. I learned this lesson in style one time. It rained, the river rose rapidly and we were on the wrong side of it. We rashly stuffed everything we had with us into our packs and attempted a 4 man crossing. This means we all link arms, put the biggest fella up into the current and the lightest lad downstream. We only just made it across to the safety of the rough track out.
Jeff and I had intended going into Fjordland together but I got caught up on the beer with some great friends from home so I was a day late. When Jeff went in, the forecast was good. A day later it was terrible. Heavy rain and storm was forecast for that night and for the next 2 days. With that forecast only a madman would go in but I had planned to meet Jeff in there so I went against my better judgement. Partly because I said I would and partly for Jeff’s safety’s sake. I know he can take care of himself, but my conscience would not let me rest if I did not go in, and what if the shit did hit the fan? It’s always easier for 2 to face it. He had no idea what was coming.
I got in, made camp, went for a fish, made a huge fire, chilled out, then Jeff appeared back after his day on the water. The rain had started but it was not too bad. The fire and wine kept us happy anyway. After our steak dinner it pissed down so we had to retire to the tents. Shortly after going to bed, thunder and lightning roared and electrified the valley and the rain got heavier. I was very close to getting up and getting out while we still could. Jeff was thinking the same but we both decided to brave it. The rain pounded the tents and the thunder storm was getting closer. Sleep was not possible. Again I thought we should go before the river got too high to cross but we stayed put. Then silence… and sleep.
The rain stopped during the night. We woke to nice morning, the clouds were high and white and moving swiftly across a blue sky but things felt settled. Or was that optimism? Maybe it was, I’m not sure. The river was high but fishable and crossable. To error on the safe side of caution we took our tents down and moved them to the safe side of the river. You may wonder why we didn’t pitch our tents there in the first place. Well it’s illegal. That’s true but the real reason is because I could not find Jeff’s camp when I got in so I made camp roughly where we planned to meet and also in an obvious, easy to see place. Jeff was camped way farther up than usual. When he found me we decided to stay there and take our chances as the rain was light.
Fortune favoured the bold once again. There was no more rain. The fishing was epic.
Ronan..
This week on SLTV, Part 2 of my introduction to the series. In this episode from Fjordland I modify expensive boots, break and fix my reel, Paul catches the ugliest fish, and we have a little competition. We catch 29 browns! But who catches the most??……
The view through the bow wave from the the boat against a flat calm, black
Lake Te Anau on the way to fjordland…
Lots of rain forecast but right now it looks good!
Home for a few days..
Jeff made his intentions clear so I went East! He got in a day before me..
No idea what this is, But I know someone who will find out! Breandan??
I fished for 2 or 3 hours on day one and landed just one. The sandflies were brutal!
Like something out of a fairy tale!
I didn’t see many fish but the surrounds were spectacular!
Another modest campfire satisfying my arsonist tendencies…
New Zealand Robin… very inquisitive birds!
These fella’s play an important role keeping the masses out!
A cold start to my day 2, 3 for Jeff..
This is the steepest sided valley I know of.. We got no sun until about 2.30, maybe even later.
We had heaps of these!
Strong fish.. as always up here!
Makes the cast…
The take and strike!
The line leaps from the ground with the first run! This can be dangerous, if the line wraps around anything it could result in a bust off!
A good fish safely landed…
So much feature, so much contrast, so many fish!
Rainbow!
What a place to fish..
We were getting them on all sorts of methods, flies, and water!
A nicely marked rainbow..
Jeff with his best of the trip! 6lbs..
My best of the trip.. 5lbs
Packed up and heading out.. rod still rigged just in case!
Here I’m trying to take a hook out of a damaged fish.. Someone broke in him. I almost got it!
Jeff had a lot of fish over the few days. This was one of the best!
A bonus fish on the walk out.. I saw a small eye that had to hold a fish and it did!
Reminded me of the rat-monkey from Pete Jackson’s “Braindead”! Maybe that’s a little extreme!!
Not sure what this mean looking thing is! It was on the boat! Another Fjordland mission ends…
Possibly the most beautiful place on earth! Thanks Jeff for this amazing panorama and many other photo’s..
Fishing for really big trout is an addiction. There are lots of options available to me but at the moment I’m targeting big fish at a few locations. I cant help myself! For Easter the plan is a little different. Jeff Forsee and I are heading into fjordland. We are unlikely to find fish of the size and calibre you’ve been seeing and reading about in my recent reports but who knows, there are a few big fish in there. Big fish is not the purpose anyway. It’s about getting into the wilderness for a few days and making the most of what ever opportunities we get. Fjordland is good for the soul.
The weekend gone by was another epic one. Kristian and I got ourselves organised on Saturday for 3 days in the wild fishing with packs on. The idea being that we fish until we’ve had enough and then make camp where ever that is, we then continue from there the next day. This is a great way to explore but the walk out after a few days fishing can be really tough!
We had Saturday evening, all day Sunday and Monday morning to fish. I got a 9.5lb stunning red trout on arrival on Saturday. First cast actually! That was it.
Saturday was different. While Kristian was cooking some breakfast and I was contemplating the day ahead I noticed a sprightly individual moving at pace up river. In no time he was at our camp. It was Robbie Mcphee. At the speed he was moving I expected it would be! These can be awkward situations. How do we all divide up the river? Robbie and I met once before so that made this chance situation a little easier. We chatted for a while and decided we would fish together! Once we got our gear packed away we got to it. We went shot for shot. In the early part of the day we basically had 3 chances each. I landed one 6lber, lost a really big fish and broke in a small fish. Robbie landed 2 close on 9lbs. Kristian landed an 8.5lber, a 10.25lber and a 10.75lber. I’ve only had one over 10 in all my years here.
We had a few more shots in the afternoon but only landed a couple. I had both, some redemption from my morning efforts! They were both very memorable fish; the first, Kristian had the first shot but snagged a rock, then Robbie had a go but snagged a tree, then I took my shot and sent my fly into the zone and got the fish. I learned from my 2 predecessors and took up a better position. The other fish was from a very deep pool where i let my single size 14 nymph sink to the bottom. I watched the fish cruise near where I expected the fly to be and struck at the sight of a mouth flash. It was a satisfying moment when everything went tight! That fish was about 7.5lbs.
It was Kristians day. 2 over 10? That does not happen every day. Well done man!
The next day was nothing to write home about but all up it was a mission I’ll never forget. I know Kristian and Robbie wont forget it either. Robbie and I will fish together again soon, I look forward to that.
The winner of my competition from my first 100 subscribers is Eadaoin Ni Bhraoin, subscriber number 31! Congratulations to you Eadaoin, 2 return tickets to NZ in the post, sorry, no, 2 dvd’s!
Finally, This week on SLTV, My introduction to the series. This is the first of a 3 part show from Fjordland. In this show you will see the best footage of the hell that can be sand-flies ever filmed! Also some fish and some new characters…
I’m exhausted! This weeks report might seem a bit thrown together.. I wont get another chance to write it though because Easter and a new adventure starts after work tomorrow. Good night!
Stuntman Ronan..
ps. To view the images full size click it, then click it again when the thumbnail appears, and again to enlarge it even more!!. Wordprees made a change and I cant go back to the old way. Very annoying.
Getting everything in order!
A few flies by Kristian Bang Foss…
Ready for the back-country..
Not a bad sight to greet us at the river!
First cast…
Dream start (very late in the day though!) but this fish spooked the entire pool.
As usual, tippet destroyed and fly bent out. One more head shake and I’ve had lost that fish!
Sausages for dinner.. and whiskey.. and wine!
Camp.. No rush out of “bed”
No rush at all!
A bit hung over but charged with anticipation!
“I can taste 10lbers”
Robbie Mcphee appeared suddenly! We all fished together..
Another big fish for Robbie Mcphee! A passionate angler. He loves the fish and the game.
Bang Foss with the first of his doubles. this went 10.25lbs.
Around 9lbs for Robbie..
KBF into another brute…
Love this shot! 10.75lbs ripping line off the reel..
Almost there!
No disputing that this is a really big fish!
Unreal..
Robbie checks out a pool…
This from the very bottom of a deep pool. Yet another powerhouse..
Kicking back to relive an amazing day!
Another night on the river.. This big fella was beside my pack!
This one’s for you Breandan! What is this fungus? and the little snail beside it? And the spider while your at it!! That will keep you busy!! 🙂
It didn’t take long to convince myself to head straight to the river after work on Friday. Plan was to target some of those big fish from last week at night. After a long drive/hike/climb I made it in just before darkness fell. While the light was failing I took a few shots but everything spooked! This was totally unexpected. A week ago they were hard to spook during the day. I went up into the forest and made camp while giving the pool time to rest until true nightfall. I got a small fire going and set my sleeping bag on the forest floor. Once that was sorted I kicked back for a while and enjoyed the absolute peace with only the sound of the river. Then it was time to launch my night time attack! Unfortunately the night was so dark I simply had to shine my headlamp to get down from the steep sided forest to the bouldery river. This would not have helped my quest even though I kept it brief. The total pitch black night made it tough but I managed ample casts into the zone with no joy at all. I was happy to return to camp, drink some wine and eat some chicken from the BP, then a little more wine. I slept soundly after that.
The next morning I thought things might be different. I fished from almost pitch black into daylight. When I could see into the pool I realised they were not in their usual spot. They were spooked. Right, time to move on.
I walked for a long time before eventually finding a pool with fish in it. Not one or 2 fish either, shitloads, and they were big! I had a dry dropper combo rigged so I started with that. I kept missing fish. Brief hookups then nothing. Finally I landed a silver hen of about 6lbs. Then more misses. After checking my rig I realised a hook was broken. Ok, start again. Forget that bad start. Re rig the way I know I should. But I was not 100% sure! I just ran out of 8lb tippet so I used 6 because I thought they were finicky.. I landed a fish on that but then broke in one. Changed again to 8lb scraps. Landed some more then lost all in a bush. Right. Straight 10lb tippet. The fish didn’t care and by now I had figured out the retrieve, depth and casting position.
Once I finally had everything right, I nailed it for a while. Eventually they got wise to everything I showed them however. This is normal. Then I launched a Mr Glister at them. The last of the big fish took it on the drop. For the day I had at least 20 fish events, probably 25. I landed 8. Five were between 4 and 6lbs and three were 9lbs plus. The best one was over 9.5lbs. No double but what an unbelievable day. If I started with the correct rig and method it’s not know the sort of day I’d have had. The thing is, I should have known exactly what to do from last weekend. Sometimes instinct is wrong! But that’s ok, that’s fishing and I’m learning. Some of the break off’s made no sense though. I even had 10lb tippet smashed! Maybe I’m not realising fully the sheer power of these fish. Now that I’m writing this I realise it! After almost every fish I had to change my fly because it was bent out. It takes lots of pressure to bend a Kamasan B175. Also the tippet had to be changed almost every time because it was scratched and frayed. These fish run with insane power, they bore under rocks, and whatever else they can, To land these fish you need to be almost as quick as they are to keep the strain on them, and keep the strain from the right direction. I realise fully that It was an amazing day, the best big fish day I’ve ever had but I cant help feeling that I should have done a bit better. I guess I always feel that way!
That day on the water was last Saturday. Sunday was my 22 year fly-fishing anniversary and St Patricks day. My first day was with Dad and Granddad all those years ago. Maybe my grandfather, Paddy, gave my some help on Saturday! Who knows… Here’s to him anyway! And Dad of course who is well and truly alive!! He’s planning his next trip to NZ.
Ronan..
Below the pics is this weeks episode from SLTV, “Camo Guy and the 9lb trout” How apt!
ps. WordPress changed a bit, now you have to click a picture 4 times to view it full size as opposed to once before. What a dumb change.
Dinner alone in the wilderness..
This amazing green moth was attracted to my headlamp.. St. Patricks day on Sunday! My 22 year fly-fishing anniversary.
Sleep time.. no need for a tent.
A solid hen goes back..
Resting the pool after the first fish..
I lost about 3 in quick succession because of this..
Soon after fixing the problem I landed the first of 3 over 9lbs. This one went over 9.5lbs.
9lbs..
9.25lbs, These fish are hard packed with energy..
Sea-trout!
Another incredible pool..
The last fish of the day goes back..
Starting my climb out.. Stunning place.
One last look at the river..
..before facing this climb out… Well worth the effort!
In this episode Paul’s slightly competitive nature shines through, Hence the title of this blog! :DAlso you’ll meet Camo Guy. Guy has been a great friend to Paul and I over the years!
After covering a couple of ks of virtually fishless water we approached the gorge. A gorge always excites me. There is no set path; they are dangerous, moody, wild, alive, powerful, and beautiful and many other things to inspire an angler. On this day there were few fish in the gorge but optimism pushed me forward.I can only speak for me but I know something was driving Kristian too. We found a few in one pool but one cast from me spooked them all. We moved on. One fish in the next pool looked at my fly then disappeared. We moved on, constantly climbing rock walls and boulders so the going was slow. I climbed myself into a point where I could not go up, down, across or back. I felt fear because I was high up, much too high to jump. I took a breath and carefully turned around and edged my way back to relative safety. From there I jumped into the river into waist deep water. The whole point of my climb was to keep my balls dry. We moved on. More climbing and on a few occasions we had to help each other. It’s important when gorge fishing to look out for your buddy. We reached a point where it seemed we had to leave the gorge and drop in farther up. We started climbing. On the way up I took a glance into the pool from the cliff and spotted a trout rise. I could see him and he was big. Very big. Come what may we were fishing that pool. We surveyed the pool and its surrounding cliffs and boulders. I figured I could go downstream and cross and then climb in over a bluff. Kristian decided to swim because he’s afraid of heights. We both made it in safely and what greeted us was unlike anything I had ever seen before. At first I could not believe my eyes so I got into a better position. Kristian could see very little from river level so I suggested he stay put until I see exactly what we are about to fish for. I had not yet climbed down to the river so I crept through the trees and around the pool. Looking in from a better angle I could see what we were up against. A pod of about 50 sea-run browns from 3lbs up to god only knows what. Rock, scissors paper for the first shot. I lost!
Most of the fish were facing a swirling back eddy out of the main current so a drag free drift was going to be very difficult to achieve. Kristian started with a dry/dropper combo. No joy. Next a double nymph rig with more weight. He hooked and landed a small fish which took the nymph while retrieving, an induced take of sorts. That was a valuable clue. I stepped up to the casting rock and before long had a good fish on. These fish fight hard and dirty! They know every snag in the pool. This fish also took a retrieved trailing nymph. For the next while we had some magical fishing. We learned how to fish for them as we did it and what we learned is very interesting. It’s exactly what I was taught about Atlantic salmon fishing back in Ireland. Change the fly often, Change the retrieve speed and form, Change your position, and most importantly rest the pool. Using these disciplines we landed 6 and lost/broke in about as many. We got them on dries, nymphs, wets and Lures. We held off on the big lures until the end of the day (another salmon fishing trick). I launched the Dore’s Mr Glister and the whole pool went ballistic! Strip-strip-strip and there are 10 huge trout chasing creating a bulging bow wave in the pool. One took and I lost him. I cast in again. The same thing happened and again lost the fish. 3rd cast, the entire pool spooked. That was it.
We did not want to leave but light was failing and we had a gorge to climb out of. Back at camp we discussed a plan for the next day. We decided to have another go at the pool. It seemed slightly unethical but we both had to go back. The plan was to go straight there in the morning and settle in for the day. That’s what we did. We brought a few beers, food, etc. I lost the rock scissors paper again so Kristian had the first shot. He had one pretty quickly. I struggled but got a small one on a dry after resting the pool after Kristian’s event. For the rest of the day we did not land another fish. I lost a huge fish and another good fish. Our curiosity was settled and another valuable lesson learned. Do not repeat water! I learned more over this weekend than I have all season.
On another note, below the photo’s from a truly epic weekend is this week’s instalment of SLTV, “Frazer’s Hat” This is a great show!! What happened to the boat at the end was not a trick. Frasers little outboard never worked again. Paul is really good at breaking anything with a petrol engine, or a diesel one.. or anything really… Enjoy the chaos, I know you will…
Stuntman Ronan..
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My cicada..
Off into the gorge.. The first of many climbs!
Magic place.. There was one fish here!
I love gorge fishing! It’s exploring.. there is no set path.
What appears to be an easy climb down is not!
This is one reason I love gorge fishing! Light, water, rocks and trees in harmony!
“for the love of water”
Kristian chose to swim, I chose to climb. We both made it!
and this was our reward… I could barely believe my eyes!
Fishing to a so many fish is weird. spook one, spook ’em all… excite one, the entire pool goes mental!
Stunning big gray sea-trout.. and man can they fight. They seem to know every snag in the pool.
After swimming and many ball deep crossings it was time to warm up. We were in no rush to leave this pool.
After some bad luck with bust off’s and loses Kristian is in…
Best of the day.. Like an atlantic salmon!
We discussed a plan for day 2 over a campfire and a few beers!
Day 2 begins…
This is a healthy game!
One more decent and were on the river again!
No rush, were here for the day. I lost the rock scissors paper so Bang Foss got the first shot to the pod…
with this result!! He may look very sad here but he was happy! Very happy..
We tried many things but nothing was working… Lunch was excellent and it gave the pool a good rest.
Top scran..
Some of my arsenel. Dries, nymphs, wets and lures all accounted for fish.
A few last shots before we head for the hills..
Not everyday you see this. I had never seen anything like it!
Under the “spooked rock”
Lots of eels!
I’ll be back…
Me after a proper fall on on the way out! In to my neck…
I have writers block. No idea what to talk about. Too much happened since the last fishing blog and it’s all become a blur. There have been lots of friends through, both old and new and from all over the place. That’s been great!! (a bit too good actually, I am no longer allowed to have guests)
The lake has been very bad at times to excellent other times. Everything is extremely low. The rivers and lakes need a freshen up. I will promptly report back on this coming weekend before it all becomes a blur again!
One thing I thought about doing recently was running the entire SLTV series through my blog. So I’ll do it! I know I have many subscribers and I’m sure non-subscribers who have never seen or heard of it, so, to you folks, I suggest you watch it like a tv show. I will bring you a 10 minute fly-fishing film at least once a week. Both Paul Arden and I are the hosts (though I don’t appear until episode 4). The shows are from NZ, Tasmania and The Northern Territory in Australia. They are filmed, edited, directed and produced by Paul and I. Without further ado, Here is Episode 1. “Paul Arden”. (I put it below the pics so you don’t forget to check them out!!)
Tomorrow is the start of 2.5 serious days fishing!
Work to live… Ronan..
Mark Adamson on some Dunstan flats..
Fishing was ok… Mark managed one on his last cast.
I met Simon Pavelic from Adelaide on the river as I was getting rigged up. He knew me from my blog. It was great to meet a subscriber! We fished together for the day.
The fishing was tough and we were unlucky with our chances.
We were in a very wild place but these gold mining remains looked like a newly built stone wall!
Simon demonstrates the importance of wearing glasses while fishing. It’s better to pop out a lens than an eyeball!! It took us about 20 minutes to find the lens, It was in the river..
Alan Christy watched “Fish This” when it was aired for it’s one and only time on Discovery Channel in the US years ago.. It got him back into fishing and ultimately to NZ. It’s a shame that show didn’t happen!! We met for a beer and a fish…
Some more SL and blog followers, Scott and Ben.
Camping at the Mavora Lakes last weekend… Fishing and beer!
Me, Jeff, Not sure and Kristian Bang Foss (That’s his real name).
Kristian in my Barby Chair..
Beer.
No rush to the river but we still had a full 8 hours on the water.
Jeff onto a good fish which he fucked up.
This took my size 8 cicada blind. Superb fight! First fish…
Bang Foss happily plays a fish..
Not bad..
Jeff uses the Sage One the way one should!
Just under 6lbs..
We had 5 in about 20 minutes and 80m of river… all on dries. This from a skinny riffle.
What a magic 20 minutes!
The evening light made spotting tough and blind fishing was a non runner.
Camp.
Kristian with one on day 2. He missed a giant too!
Manshit. Firewood missions are an important part of camping..
I was born into fly-fishing. Fly-fishing was the centre of my my fathers life, my grandfathers and my great grandfathers. As soon as I was old enough to cast a fly I joined the family tradition and not because I was forced into it, I simply knew I had to. It was for me. I remember my dad and my grandad heading off in the evenings to target seatrout on the Ballynahinch, Inagh and Cashel systems. I remember bags of fish on their return. I remember Declan Ridge calling to the house on Summer evenings before he and dad would take on some stretch of river or lake less than an hour from home. Declan always had a Dairymilk or two for me and my siblings. I remember the craic and banter in the pubs after competitions, I remember listening in to dad’s and his friends conversations about fly-fishing for seatrout and it’s intricacies. Sometimes I’d try to add something just to be part of it. I remember the decline. In the space of a few seasons there were no fish. No more Declan or his Dairymilks, no more conversations till the wee hours to inspire a 10 year old, no more seatrout.
Thankfully in the last few years seatout and salmon numbers have increased a little on some systems. The future is potentially bright but there are plans afoot to massively increase the number of salmon cages around Ireland (In a sentence, salmon farming is the reason for the virtual extinction of seatrout in Ireland). When will Ireland recognise the value of it’s wild waters and migratory fish? I don’t know.. I do know we must do something to save it. This is about as much as I can do from NZ. To my readers living in Ireland, why not make an effort to go and march in Galway on Saturday March the 2nd starting in Eyre Square at 12.00 midday. The following groups and clubs will be there amongst others and you hopefully..
NARA National Anglers Representative Association
TAFI Trout Anglers Federation of Ireland
SAVE BANTRYBAY
Salmon Watch Ireland. (formerly Stop Salmon drift nets Now) FISSTA Federation of Irish Salmon & Seatrout Anglers
Tuam Anglers Ass.
Cregmore/Athenry Anglers Ass.
St. Colman’s Anglers Ass.
Milltown Anglers Ass.
Corofin Anglers Ass.
Galway City Salmon Anglers
NSFAS No Salmon Farms at Sea
THIS IS IMPORTANT.
Ronan..
Dad and I in 1980. Seatrout are no longer present where these fish were caught due to salmon farming… Without salmon farms they would return in time. Lets fight to give them a chance!
One simple observation I made last weekend was about fishing large dries in calm water. Because the water is calm the fish will see a large fly from a long way off. A good approach for a cruising trout or one on station is not to cast the fly near the fish. Instead cast the fly well to the side of the fish and try to induce him off his lie or beat. The plop from a big fly is often enough to trigger this. Advantage being the fish is travelling toward your rod tip and therefore the tippet will be on the trout’s blind side of the dryfly. This massively increases the chances of a confident take and a solid hook up.
It was great to fish with Fraser again.. He was unlucky to break in a very big fish at the end of the day. The fish took his dry (as described above) and took off off like a freight train, as he did the line jumped from the ground, around Fraser’s forceps and everything locked up. Simply impossible to put the brakes on a fish like that on his first run. Next time Fraser!
I have no idea what’s on the cards for this weekend… I think I might go a little nuts. It’s in the post.
Ronan..
ps. Good to meet Scott Loudon and Ben! Thanks for the stout…
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The lake is really important to me here in Cromwell.. I regularly fish it a day during the weekend and about 3 evenings a week. It is one of NZ’s best lakes and very few use it for fly-fishing. Suits me!
One can experiment with any amount of methods and techniques.. This one took a dry.
Kevin came to join me for an hour one evening..
This is rare! I broke in a fish and hooked him again on an identical fly 5 minutes later. Got my fly back!!
The lake is dropping fast.. I have to fish the flats on foot now. Those are my prop marks!
I pulled up on this sand flat last Sat. Nothing on the flat itself but plenty on the drop-off..
A nice bar of silver from some contrasting water..
Trout love contrast!
Wet wading a sand flat on a warm, sunny day is magic..
Fraser and I, while en route to the river, encountered this!!!
The sign was true.. I got bitten…. twice!
Away they go.. The rider told us that he never pulls his head in!
No better man to build you a house! Fraser Mackenzie, David Reid Homes..
Polarisation is so cool!
Big pools like this can be difficult to approach. Fraser and I took turns climbing the bluffs to spot for each other. It proved essential because the fish were cruising around the pools at incredibly high speed and were tough to spot from river level..
A very solid 4.5lber took a cicada..
Back he goes.. A great photo from Fraser.
A better fish. On the dry again from about 25m. Lots of water resistance on the line but the strike stuck!
Last Saturday Mike Bonn and I took the Wakitipu Anglers Club boat out on Lake Wakitipu to target Cicada feeders. I have not fished for trout feeding on Cicada’s very often but one observation I made in the past stud true on the day. The trout were sipping down the big morsels like little mayflies. There were very few smashing rises, In fact,we only saw about 10 free risers all morning. If they were smashing them we’d have seen heaps! They were clearly zoned in on cicada’s because our big, shop bought cicada patterns were all they wanted. I have often heard about fish hitting cicada’s very hard but I have rarely seen it happen. The truth is that once a cicada lands on the water he’s not getting off it again. Trout zone in on this behaviour after eating a few and instinctively adapt their behaviour to match ( I hope I worded that correctly Bob Wyatt, feel free to comment!!) Cicada’s range widely in size and colour so maybe they only sip down the medium sized grass green ones!! Who the hell knows.. Regardless, Mike and I had a great few hours on the water. Afterwards I went to James and Caroline Wilkinson’s Wedding. Thanks James and Caroline.. Great fun had by all! (apart from getting a speeding ticket while trying to keep up with Jeff on the way the the river the next day!)
Wednesday, Waitangi day. No work so Jeff Forsee and myself set out to catch a big searun brown. I’m tired now so I’ll keep this short! Basically, Jeff had to open about 15 gates before we got to where we wanted to go, then a 300m climb into a gorge, then about 5ks of very rough gorgy terrain to get a shot at a handful of fish. They were tough! We each had a 7lber. I lost 2 more one of which I reckon was 9 plus. Then the walk out. Down the river first then up a stream, then up and over a mountain, down a gorge, and back out the same gorge to find the truck a few k’s down the track. Fitness helps about as much as stubbornness! My knee gave up but still worked. Thankfully it’s almost fine today but my legs are sore! Jeff said his were too and Kanai is still asleep. Was it worth it?… Fuck yes.
Ronan..
Last Sunday fishing with Mike Bonn on Lake Wakitipu…
Mike into one of the better fish of the day in crystal clear water..
The fish were plentiful. We had 20 for a morning on the water, all between 1 and 3lbs.
The lake shelves off quickly and the stronger fish bored deep.
All fit and healthy!
There is always a fish or 2 around a stream mouth!
Surprising golden fish from water where I’d expect them to be silver!
Mike and I had one Rainbow each!
One of the better brown’s of the day about to kick off..
Wednesday with Jeff.. Wordpress jumbled up the pics at bit so they’re not in proper order!
Nice pocket water but fish were few and far between..
I could see where a fish should be!
A deep, dark pool.. Jeff and I pulled heavily weighted streamers through it but no joy!
Brand new second hand Simms boots.. These are dam good! The best I’ve used actually. They’ve got some funky studs on ’em that “stick like shit to a blanket” as Joe Creane would say!
Jeff and his best friend!
Jeff sends in an accurate shot..
Result!
All the water through a tight gap..
Nice water but few fish..
I think these rock lines were built by the Chinese during the gold mining era.. Amazingly they have not washed away!
We followed a creek out..
Kenai! Wrecked at the end of a long hard day negotiating difficult gorges and lots of climbing!
A disgruntled Jeff opining the 15th gate on the way out! Good to be the driver!!
The next 4 pics were meant to be the first 4!!
A beer and a good sandwich is worth stopping for during a day on the water!
Jeff fishes to one.. The few fish we encountered were not easy!