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Archive for January, 2011

Jack Kos – Cicadas are upon us…

Had a great day out about a week back with dad chasing cicada smashing bow’s in the central north island.

Managed to sight this one early on. He was one of very few fish to opt for the nymph that day. They were complete bullets.

Dad was next on deck, but unfortunately he was a little rusty simply due to not having fished enough.

If only all fly reels were anti-reverse… Never mind, he landed the next fish he fished to. Pity I was on the other side of the river, so couldn’t take a photo.

Just before lunch a long cast through a slow flowing deep pool saw a dark shadow rise to intercept my cicada. Bang. This had to be one of the best fights I’ve had all season. Super fit rainbow diving probably fifteen metres deep into the pool, before exploding into aerial acrobatics.

Hard fighter…

Finished the day off with this guy. One minute my fly was drifting freely, the next the water exploded around it. I’ve never seen a trout take a fly quite so aggressively. Another tough fighter, although he was subdued quicker than the previous fish.

You’ve just gotta love rainbows.

In between these fish we landed probably close to fifteen others, although a lot of them were in the 2-3lb category. Still, they fight hard in the faster water.

I leave for the South Island for a week tomorrow, so hopefully should be getting some fishing done while I’m down. If any of you are going to the F.F.F. Conclave then I might see you there. Be sure to say hi.

Jack Kos – Southern Sojourn

I spent a couple of weeks over the New Years break down in Wanaka. Quite honestly the weather was utterly awful. When I arrived I headed straight out for a look around an astonishingly flooded lake edge. Met up with Rupert, and he managed to snare a nice fish whilst I went home empty handed.

Rupert and fish

Spent the next couple of days fluffing around on swollen rivers, before finally on New Years day they became fishable. Only thing was, it seemed like I’d gotten a bit rusty due to the forced rest period. I dropped two good (read: really rather good) browns in backwaters, before finally snaring a couple of bows out of a big backwater further upstream.

A very well received fish.

Of course that night, just when the rivers were starting to look really good, it decided to absolutely bucket down once again. Surprising huh?

Well we (Rupert and myself) drove for about 3 hours that morning in a desperate attempt to find clean water. We found it. Only thing is we didn’t find any feeding fish. Saw a lot of large fish cruising deep pools, but simply couldn’t get a reaction from them regardless of what we tried. In the end we hooked 4 fish in the fast water in the eye of the pools on big terrestrials, only to lose them all.  It was frustrating to say the least.

There’s a bit of a pattern here. This leg of the trip really wasn’t too successful.

Andrew came down and met me in Wanaka for a couple of days, and we managed to catch 4/5ths of nothing. We did, however, discover a rather nice stream that would be well worth exploring under normal flows, so the day was not a complete loss.

Finally, we decided we’d had enough of this not catching fish business, so we swallowed our pride, got in touch with the local expert and caught up with Chris Dore for a fish. Getting to Lumsden at 7 required a rather early departure from Wanaka. If you ever want to smack some bunnies just drive the Cardrona road in the middle of the night, I think I hit 6 of them. As we pulled into Lumsden the sculptural lyrics of Eminems ‘Shake that Ass’ awoke the small country town. We were pumped.

The day turned out to be one of the most fun days fishing I’ve had in a while. We started off on a crystal clear medium sized river, where I managed to pick up the only fish we saw on a blowfly humpy.

Dry fly delight. Photo c.o. Chris Dore.

We then proceeded to an utterly enormous river, where I demonstrated to Chris my inability to cast switch rods.

I was heaps good at this…not. Photo c.o. Chris Dore

The fish were a bit funny through here, so we ended up fishing a small celebrity stream. I’ve never fished such a tiny creek! My god it was fun though. By this stage any expectations were out the window and we were being somewhat silly. Spotting a fish taking emergers of the surface Chris outlined to Andrew how the best plan of attack would be if he were to cross the river and fish to it from the other side. Just as Andrew was about to cross the river the fish took Chris’s fly much to our amusement. Diversion tactics at their best.

Further upstream Andrew got his own back by hooking  a fish from a raised bank, letting it bury itself in the flax while I madly fished at it with the net standing in nut deep water.

Andrew actually caught this fish. Photo c.o. Chris Dore

As it turned out this was only the beginning of the hilarity. It was like an orchestra reaching the crescendo. It just built up and up. The next level occurred when Andrew covered a fish, exclaimed ‘F**K it’s spooked!!’ and then subsequently hooked and landed it.

Two goons and a fish. Photo c.o. Chris Dore


The pinnacle of stupidity, however, was when I managed to hook a fish which we had spotted from the top of a bank. Andrew slithered down the bank to net the fish when…well, just watch the video…

Faceplant! This is for you Robertsan21. You wanted videos, you got videos. (We’ve actually got a LOT of footage from the entire season, it’s just a matter of working out how to get them into an acceptable format – if anyone’s a whiz with video editing then let me know. You also must be willing to work for free…)

That was it for the day. It was just fun. Three complete idiots doing stupid things by a river.

The final day of the trip it was decided to fish a swollen, but still fairly clear, big fish river. On the very first cast while Chris was demonstrating to us how to fish streamers on this river a large fish inspected his streamer, but wouldn’t take. That proved to be the way of it for most of the day – fish would inspect our streamer, but never quite take it. It wasn’t until after lunch that we got one to the bank, when my streamer finally connected with this nice jack in a small side braid.

Fish of the trip for me by a country mile.

Right near the end of the day Chris and Andrew spied one fish feeding in a run (something we’d not seen all day) and Andrew managed to hook it briefly on the secret fly. When that line went slack I think all three of our stomachs plummeted. It would have capped off what was already a very enjoyable trip.

I’ve got to say that I think I fell in love with the Southland area on that trip, we’re already planning a return visit. The only thing wrong with it is that it’s so bloody far from Christchurch! The drive was not fun, not fun at all

Jack Kos – Tikei Touring

Sorry I’ve been so slack with posting, unfortunately due to a rather irritating need to make money I’ve been working not fishing lately. Here’s a quick report from about a month back.


Having been couped up in work hearing about all the fantastic fishing everyone had been having I just needed to get out. It was a  2.5 hour drive and a 1 hour walk before I finally got my line wet. It wasn’t long before I hooked my first fish, a spritely bow of about a pound. However, as was to be the case with the majority of fish that day, it didn’t make it to the net. I’ve never had quite such a poor conversion rate. I think I probably hooked about 25 fish, landing just 9 of them. Running out of tippet and being forced to use a rather too old spare spool probably didn’t help.


Still I managed a few good fish. Nothing too big, just really fit rainbows. There was a roughly even split between double tungsten deep nymphing and free rising bow’s taken on a soft hackled emerger. Anyway, here are a couple of pictures from the day…


The view I awoke to…

There’s nothing quite like an enormous pool chocka full of free rising rainbows…

One taken on the walk back…


The flies that did the damage…

I’ve spent the last two weeks down south in Wanaka and Lumsden trying to get out fishing. The weather was somewhat against me and there were more wasted days than successful ones. There were a few good days in there though, mostly because of the top blokes I fished with rather than the fishing itself. That report’ll be up in a week or so.


Hope you’re all getting out there and catching a few!

Rob Wilson – Being a boy!

I haven’t managed to get out and do any fly fishing over the Xmas – New Years break however I did get a bit for 4WDing in.