Craig Somerville – Putting them through HELL! XRT wading boots getting a hammering and still going strong.
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Craig Somerville – proud owner of Riverworks XRT wading boots
As Jack has already mentioned. It’s been snowing here… there’s heaps of the stuff. It was another cold night at work last night.
You may already be aware that we met a couple of American guys on one of our trips away earlier this year. Lucas and Isaiah are their names. Lucas had to disappear back to the States a short time after we met the guys, but we stayed in touch with Isaiah and went out fishing a few times.
By the time we met, Isaiah had caught a couple of nice fish, in fact when I saw a picture of one of them I was distinctly jealous! However for the most part it had been a tough trip for our American friends because of the poor weather the country was subjected to in the first few weeks of this year.
We had a great time fishing with Isaiah, and we even managed some fish. I hope to see both him and Lucas back here in the not too distant future so we can really show them what New Zealand has to offer.
This video clip is of some of our time spent with Isaiah… we even got him wearing a Riverworks hoodie for his memorable moment!
Lucas… you left for home too soon my friend!
It’s SNOWING! (Alright, I’m a North Islander – but this shit is exciting for me!)
Well, it’s now past the half way mark between the end of April and the beginning of October.
I’m not one to wish for time to pass too quickly, life is too short for that… but I really am looking forward to the start of the new season, as I’m sure every other freshwater angler is too.
I’ve been keeping pretty busy, today Jack came around, among other discussions we talked about how awesome we will be this coming season, and we tied more than a few flies each.
Anyhow, I thought I would share some of my experiences with you all in relation to multiple encounters with specific fish. I’m sure you’ve all been there too at some stage. I’m not really one for getting too deep and meaningful, but this is a subject I find reasonably interesting.
We’ve all encountered fish that were memorable. Sometimes you just have to go back for more. Many of us have had more than one encounter with the same fish. However i’d be interested to hear how many people have actually landed the same fish more than once?
This past season I was fortunate enough to catch two different fish twice during the course of the season. It’s a rare occurrence for me at least, I can only think of one other fish I’ve caught twice, which was a few seasons ago now, and even then I only realised later when I was going through photos at home.
The two fish I refer to from this season were different though, I knew that they were the same fish as I’d previously caught even before I had them to the net.
Both fish came out of small streams with small populations of fish. They were holding in the same place each time, and were the only fish resident in their respective locations. They were both weighed and photographed, I’m 100% sure they were the same fish.
The first fish was caught at the end of October. I ducked away for a sneaky day trip while Jack was at the business end of studying for his end of year exams. He loves it when I go fishing at that time of year… (Not really, I think he actually hates it)
I caught it from where it was stationed at the eye of a fantastic pool holding only that fish. According to my scales it was eight pounds on the dot. Unfortunately I took the picture with my old point and shoot camera and got it all wrong. Despite being one of the first ever digital cameras available, it usually does an acceptable job, howvere I was out of practice at the self timer technique on this day and to make matters worse I also had the flash set wrong. The result was a completely blown out picture of me holding a very nice fish.
I caught a couple of other great fish that day and returned to Christchurch to tell Jack of my good news. Jack was thrilled for me when I emailed him the picture. (Again, not really…)
The first of my two encounters with this fish
After I received the reply email I sent another which mentioned the fact that I had also seen a couple of really big fish which I didn’t catch. I suggested we go back together to try and catch them immediately after his exams were finished.
Two weeks later we were on the road. There were less fish in the river this time, but my fish was exactly where it had been a fortnight earlier. Again it was holding nicely in the eye of the pool. Two casts and the fish was on again. It was pure deja vu. I even landed it in the same spot as the last time. Fortunately this time I had my trusty sidekick with me to take the photo, I definitely didn’t want another crap picture!
Jack swore at me when I was landing this fish.
For the record, that day Jack caught one of the big fish I’d seen on my previous visit. For that reason alone he should never complain again when I go fishing while he is studying.
Anyhow, that was the first of my twice caught fish for the season. The next one wasn’t quite so straightforward…
The first encounter came when I first visited the stream on a bright sunny day in January. Again, I was fishing alone, and the trip was an exploration of sorts.
I’d seen other fish, which I failed to catch, and I was nearing the point where I intended to stop and turn around. Not to mention the end of my patience, with fish which just weren’t interested!
The fish was easy to see in the shallow sunlit water holding on the near edge of the run, and was one of the few which was actively feeding that day. But, to cut a long story short, I didn’t catch it that day. In fact, I saw that fish on a few subsequent occasions and failed to catch it every time… until one overcast day in February when my luck finally changed for the better.
Jack had just returned from his summer break in the North Island, and was with me on this day and fizzing to be back in the best part of the country again. He caught a fish more or less straight out of the car which at nearly 30 inches long tipped the scales at a whopping 5 pounds (It looked like it was the result of an ugly trout that couldn’t find another willing trout, so spawned with an eel instead) I had briefly hooked a good fish a short time earlier but it didn’t stick, so I was still fishless for the day. Until we came to the run where the very fish that had by now become my nemisis was residing.
It all went right. The hook connected well, and stayed that way until I removed it. The fish was weighed, photographed and released. At that moment in time I was a very happy man. Persistence had paid off, and I could cross that fish off my list of fish that must be caught.
My nemesis fish. Tamed at last.
That was mid February. Fast forward almost exactly two months to mid April when I returned to the stream.
Once again I found myself at the same piece of water, and after searching for a while I spotted a healthy looking dark shape sitting in the fast water near the top. I hooked the fish, and landed it without any trouble. It was the same fish as the one caught in February. As with the other twice – caught fish from earlier in the season, it was great to see it had been released unharmed the first time and had continued to live in that same piece of water. However the feeling was definitely different from the first time in that the first time was much more emotionally charged, the second time it was still nice, but without wanting to sound too negative, there is a touch of “been there, done that” about it.
There’s nothing to it really
For me, if I know there is a good fish resident in a certain piece of water then I’ll go to great lengths to catch it. If I hook that fish and don’t land it, then it only serves to increase my desire to catch that particular fish. However, once that fish is caught the desire to catch it again is nowhere near the same. For sure, if the photo doesn’t turn out, I’ll try and catch it again to get a good picture of it, or I’ve failed to catch a fish for the day then I’ll certainly go looking for it in order to save the day, but otherwise I think I’ll just leave them alone.
Keep an eye out for our next video clip due out in a few days. It’s the footage from our November trip… it’s worth a look.
What a crazy week. First week back at uni inevitably means late nights, lots of alcohol and not much actual uni. I was not disappointed.
Got another video for you guys from the season past. You may remember the report that featured Thomas, a keen young angler. Well here’s the video to go with it.
I can’t stress enough how satisfying this day was. Getting a fish yourself is great, but watching Thomas battle feisty rainbows was just brilliant.
In order to break up the monotony of city living I spent a few days last week up in Turangi with Isaac. I was planning on doing an epic report complete with heaps of video footage of indicators diving and rainbows taking to the air…but, I’ll be honest with you, the fishing was seriously tough.
When I arrived at about 7:30am the river was incredibly low and gin-clear. Instantly the prayers for rain began. Isaac already had one fish to the bank…and that’s the way the stats stayed until about 3pm when Isaac managed another on the wetline. Just before dark I managed to drop the only fish I hooked at the tail end of a long drift. Still, it was a pretty gorgeous day on the river…
We were staying at the Tongariro River Motel. What a primo place to stay on a fishing trip (electric blankets)! Ross, the owner, is about as in touch with the angling scene as anyone possibly could be. Turns out he’s also a bloody good bloke (if you want proof then have a look at this ). After the saltiest feed of fish and chips imaginable we went out for a night fish at one of the river mouths. Other than tearing my sinking line to pieces we met with abject failure. Pity that.
The next day was christened off bright and early with two true trophies from the Tongariro. Oh alright, they were 6 inches long – but they were the first fish I’d landed in about 2 months! I did manage to drop one good fish after getting a good look at it. Once they hit that current… goneburgers. We did manage to get into a few good fish following a change of tactics. The best of which was this thickset model…
Another feed of fish and chips (less salty this time) resulted in a food-induced coma that led to a bit of a lie in the next morning. It was bucketing down by the time I woke up, and that didn’t change all day. Funny how the rain comes on the day we’re leaving. I’d love to say we finished off with two 6lb bows a piece, but things kinda fizzled out. It was a long drive home and I was shattered by the time I made it back to Wellington. Then I went and got really drunk. Life is tough when you’re on holiday.