Trout Dreaming

OK, this is just a short entry and that is because there is little to convey.

A 2-3 hour drive for a fishing trip becomes restless especially when you see small streams and wonder whether they have fish in them... up this far…

Well the Murrumbidgee is known to hold fish and although we had never tried to catch a fish there before we thought we would give it a go… (the waters are dark, stained as it drains the long plain).

Now Matt and I are both keen fly fishermen, but matt is much better when it comes to tying knots and putting his rod together, so with Ant and Chirs in step matt started fishing up stream. I stayed swatting flys out of my face, and finally getting my act in gear, was left to the big still pond closest to the car… Dull still water (Much more like lake fishing than stream fishing)…
Any way having taken my time I started to move slowly up stream as matt came down complaining of not even a bite…
(As disappointed as matt was he told me he had seen a fish rise and asked me if I wanted him to show me where.. of course I obliged him) while we stood there discussing where the fish was probably feeding and where best to cast sure enough the fish broke the water’s surface. Casting slightly in front of this rapidly spreading ring and in line with the movement of water I place my dry fly, dropping it gently onto the water’s surface. Turning to mat I smiled and sure enough BanG! That fish rose hit the fly and took my strike to secure the hook!

A shortish battle and a little bit of playing and I had a beautiful one pound rainbow, unhooked, weighed and returned to the stream… I love this buz…