Jack Kos – Clear water at last!
Had a half day out fishing yesterday, just thought I’d throw up a quick report.
After the ordeals of last weekend I wasn’t at all upset when Andrew suggested a slightly later start. We didn’t really have any expectations from the trip, just both had a day off so thought we’d capitalise on it. As we arrived at the destination there was a breath of wind and the water was crystal clear. Oh, and it was damn hot! Felt like the first of those baking hot Canterbury summer days (I half expected to hear cicadas). Got rigged up and made our way down to the river. Blind fished a few pools just to get our rhythm before spooking a nice brown out of the shallows.
As we got round the bend we spotted a fish sitting in the shallows. My turn. Changed down to a small #16 hare and copper with a tiny black tungsten bead. I honestly can’t remember the last time I used a hare and copper, but the weight on this one seemed right for the current and depth. Put a couple of casts past it before it started to move upstream quite fast, spooked perhaps. I ran after it casting madly, not giving myself any chance of success. Then the indicator drops. In. The fish went hard. Put a heap of hurt on this fish and eventually brought him to the net.
We wandered up a bit further and were about to cross the head of a pool when I spotted something. Andrew drifted his two nymph rig past it (a colubriscus and an abomination with rubber legs) a couple of times to no response. Maybe it’s not a fish. One last cast though. And that’s when the dark shape decides to swing. Bang. On. As soon as it jumped we knew this was a big fish. At one point the lead fly (the abomination) got caught in this fishes side, and from that point it was a long and dour fight. Not being able to control a fishes head really changes the dynamics of the fight, you simply can’t put pressure on to turn them. As it was, after a hairy river crossing and negotiating a low lying branch, the big brownie was brought to the net.
8.5lbs of New Zealand backcountry brown.
Very big head and shoulders on this one.
After this point the day turned. The wind picked up and our desire to wander dropped. We pottered up a few more pools, spooked a couple of fish and had a couple more fish. But the real magic was behind us.
Stopped briefly at a pub on the way home for the mandatory pint (Andrew’s shout) before making our way back to Christchurch at a very reasonable hour.