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He is from the United States of America... He casts with his left hand, his wifes name is Ariel... and he loves fishing. Jack and I first met Lucas a couple of years ago when we snuck up on him and our other mate Isaiah when we arrived at a hut on our way back downstream ...continue reading His name is Lucas.

I was woken by the sound of Chris shuffling through the house. My sleep had been short, but it was enough. I checked my watch through squinted eyes to see if I would get away with a few more minutes tucked up in my sleeping bag. I realised it was best if I just got ...continue reading Opposite ends of the scale

The brown river is one which has been on the list for a couple of seasons, but for one reason or another I’d never quite made it there… until recently. Chris, Jeremy, and I hit the road really early to give ourselves the best shot at making it to the brown river before anybody else could. Getting ...continue reading Painting the town brown

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Way back in November, Jeremy and I went on a fishing trip, of epic proportions. Well it wasn't really that epic, but we were away for quite a while... 9 days all up. This isn't the first day of our trip. This day came about halfway through the adventure, but for reasons I won't bore you with I can't do ...continue reading Great Southern Land

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So they say... I finally managed to get out for some fishing, after an entire month of not wetting a line! A month without fishing at this time of year is a very, very long time... trust me. After finishing work on Monday morning I headed home to get just enough sleep for the trip ...continue reading Size doesn’t matter!

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Its been a while since I've written anything resembling a trip report... I've been really busy. Between work and fishing, I haven't had much time for anything else. Once I get the photos from a few trips I'll share a few stories... there's a decent backlog to get through. This past Monday I went out for ...continue reading This is why we walk.

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Mike and I couldn't help but smile as we recounted the events of our trip on the long walk out, it had been a very special time. Both of us agreed it may well be the best fishing we would ever see. Less than 48 hours earlier we had been walking the opposite direction. A decent weather forecast was on the cards and we ...continue reading Big time!

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The weather forecast wasn't too flash for Labour weekend, no matter where I looked. I hadn't been fishing since the end of opening week, and I was determined I would find somewhere to fish this weekend. The original plan was to head into the Canterbury High Country for a couple of days, but that idea soon became unrealistic. Instead, Jeremy ...continue reading Through hell to high water

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By the time Friday rolled around in the first week of October we had only been fishing three times, and we both concluded another day out was necessary. There was a certain somewhere that needed visiting... Jack picked me up and off we went. I don't like to make a habit of eating pastry for breakfast, but my ...continue reading Hurricane Friday

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Well here we are again. The beginning of yet another trout season... and about time too. I hope most of you have made it out for some fishing and have had an enjoyable time so far. As you've seen, our opening day was very much a success. Now was the time to back it up. ...continue reading Backing it up…