Every angler remembers their first piscatorial kiss. How with trembling hands they reeled in, far too quickly, and with none of the showmanship they’ve since developed, but somehow managed to yank that fish onto the bank without the slightest idea of what to do next. That was their first, the popping of their piscatorial cherry,... Continue Reading →
Time loses you in the wilderness. Time as we know it, at least. The time that fragments your day into a series of frantic tasks – children, employment, housework, admin, technology, set your alarm and do it again tomorrow. But not in the wild. Out here, you swap your watch for nature’s timeless timepiece, no... Continue Reading →
A cold winter's morning lure fishing on a NSW dam produced my best ever rainbow trout. Over the last twenty years I've been on my fair share of trout fishing trips to the dams around the Blue Mountains region of NSW. I love the scenery as much as the fishing, which is just as well,... Continue Reading →
In my quiet corner of the world the fish are becoming more aggressive. They are hungry. And they are starting to look at the surface for food. My surface lure season has begun. I began my fishing trip using soft plastics. Working the deeper bends of the river and casting amongst the weed beds. I don't find... Continue Reading →
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