With clear skies holding we headed to larger rivers with the hope of big trout. Warm winds got the cicadas buzzing and where tussock grass draped over the margins, many of these chirpy terrestrials took a tumble. Spotting fish wasn’t any great issue, but holding close to undercut banks they proved difficult to lever out. The usual anxious moments followed though thankfully our leaders held to reward us with a string of heavy shoulder beauties… Paul:
~Fly Odyssey’s Mat McHugh leans on a fish which bolts downstream~
~With spots from head to tail it’s difficult to imagine a more pretty NZ trout~
