Monday, 30 January 2012

Off the beaten track:


The pull of fishing more remote rivers took Craig and I into rainforest territory.  Here, warm humid air makes flying difficult for cicadas and consequently many take a tumble into the water.  Thankfully the fishing Gods acknowledged our epic walk with fat trout holding station, waiting to wallop our cicada patterns.  Better still, naturals could be seen drifting down the margins which is never a bad thing.   As for us, we were happy as Larry for it doesn’t get any better than hooking up with tenacious trout in idyllic surroundings.   Paul~

                                                                                          ~Tree ferns everywhere-stunning~


                  ~Finally we reached pristine water~


~Craig pitching at a fish holding midstream~



~100 percentage of speckled muscle tested both our nerve and tackle~