Next up it was husband & wife, Andrew and Jen, who not only shared a lovely stretch of water, but Jen is proudly showing her first up wild brown to Andrew, who not to be out done follows up a few minutes later by proving to Jen what she can do he can match it!
This is one of the delights of guiding and/or teaching couples, they can share the experience, some great fishing and enjoy together the lovely environment which is Tasmania’s wild trout fishery.
So says the Tasmanian Tourism fly fishing ads for this lovely island.
Well that certainly is true for this group of four good friends who had a fly fishing workshop recently with Red Tag.
Donna and Gail, above, and Netti and Sue, below, enjoy the challenge and the cool waters on a warm summer’s day.
All had success with the wild browns and a taste of one or two for their hard work at dinner time.
Sue gets her first wild brown on a Dark Brown Mayfly emerger, above, and Netti, below, breaks her duck with this nice stream fish on a Pink Bum Grasshopper.
It is always great to see young enthusiastic fishers getting into fly fishing, so it was a pleasure for me to give Max, 12, a few hours coaching the other day in order to help him get the basics before he was heading up to Arthur’s for a trip with his dad and a mate of his dad’s next day.
Well as luck would have it ,the teaching day was windy with very few fish showing and although Max stuck to it and seemed to get a good handle on things, I was a bit disappointed for him not to have christened his new Pro Angler Wizard outfit.
After a couple of days I got a call from Max to say he not only christened the rod but did it in style with five to hand for the day — the best effort of the group.
Dad reckoned his grin was nearly as big as the fish — well done Max! Here’s to many more tight lines in the future.
Regular ‘Tagger’ and very experienced stream fisher Iain, cradling fish (note wet cloth hat that’s another story) as longtime friend and beginner John, carefully removes the upper lip fly from this magnificent small river wild brown prior to release.
Estimate over 24 inches and between 3.5 and 4 lbs taken on small Humpy.
A great effort by John, the angler on this occasion, a ‘never used a fly rod in his life’ learner before he started his trip three days earlier.
Sighted, stalked, presented, to hand and released, it was no wonder the hat was a tight fit after this.
John insisted it was the fact that it had shrunk after his mate kept dunking it in the water to handle all the fish he caught, by I think there was a deserved slight swelling of the cranium after this effort … no not the hat again!
Return angler Rebecca gets a very nice 14″+ wild brown to hand to start her tour off.
The tiny run to the right of her was clear, shallow with variable current, so gentle presentation was the key to success here.
Small parachute dark brown emerger plus angler’s skill proved the trout’s undoing.
A big grin for a job well done. Peter, who is a long time salty, wanted to give freshwater fly fishing for trout a go.
So he did it with determination and the time to learn a great deal including introductory fly tying.
Stayed at our Cliff Top Cabin, below, for six days/five nights and provided entrée on night two with this well caught wild brown.
Though 95 percent or more are released, a fresh wild brown trout — your first one — wrapped in foil with some fresh parsely and chives sprinkled down the cavity plus a squeeze of lemon, then cooked on top of the wood fired stove, eaten with fresh bread and washed down a cool white wine is hard to pass up.
Another Nigel & Hugh day, always great fun, always productive and what a start to the year.
Nigel with his best for the day 1.5kgs wild brown falls to the Pink Bum Grasshopper — should mention this was on Red Tag’s Pro Angler 1-2wt Master series rod (WF2F line) and for some time the trout looked in charge of the situation, however skilful handling by Nigel and a good rod finally brought it to hand.
Hugh, not to be left out of the action, below, nets another good one around the 1kg mark.
Shanan had a great day on the small stream browns, but one good-sized pool and large wild browns had him going to extremes to get the fly in the right place.
Cool heads prevailed and ‘gunnels’ were not breached.