Each year, when the cicadas are chirping, we paddle up a river to chase bass on fly.
I spent a weekend fishing a coastal lake on the Mid-North Coast of NSW. An old sit-in-kayak, some lures and soft plastics were all I needed to have a blast.
An overnight kayak camping trip exploring Berowra Creek and its many tributaries revealed a healthy population of lure crunching fish.
Lesser fish would sulk at being called a ‘flathead’, but not this beautifully camouflaged ambush predator. They rise above the name we’ve inflicted on them, continuing to inspire generations of lure fishermen by pouncing on everything we throw at them.