Carp pond Madness

As some of you might already know, I have relocated to the eastern side of sydney. This brought with it a new hunt for spots and new quarries.

I have yet to fulfil the dream of sight casting to a Mulloway and landing one on fly but I'm sure we'll get there some day.


For the time being I'm completely stoked by my new carp pond!

wife actually told me she saw a couple of fishermen here on the weekdays casting flies to no avail.

I decided to give it a crack and am happy to report the discovery of a new "sure catch pond"

Average sessions here (2 so far) do not go beyond an hour and I will definately see a fish of above 10lbs everytime.

took a mate of mine there for my second vist.

To date I have landed 3 carps and dropped just as many. Bang for buck, I've found a new home! enjoy the pics

Fishin' blues

It's been a really really long time since Justin or myself has posted a word on this site.

We've been busy. Work commitments, post Grad studies and the F***ked up economic situation meant that many of our fishing plans had to be shelved till our lives moved into a more stable spot. (if we get sponsors that would be better. But till then we're worker before anglers.


It's not that we haven't wet a line. It's just that we haven't had much time to do so.

Here are some pics to entertain you if you're reading from the office.



Tight
lines!

New Wand New adventures

Not too long ago I came into possession of my Winston BII MX. I must say everything was as I dreamed it would be. Together with an 8 and nine wt, I've been able to open up the possibilities of solely fishing on the fly.

The recent spate of me not posting was largely due to my time spent fine tuning and exploring the options that we modern fly fishers now have with the amount of gear readily available on the market.

From all forms of land based flay fishing to inshore boat work. methods have been refined and techniques honed.

I shall dispense with much of the talk and let the photos tell the stories. I've also developed some patterns and rigs to better suit my preferences for fishing the areas that I chose to concentrate on.

So enjoy! and do contact me if you want to join in the quest to fish the entire sydney on fly.

TARPON TIME

With the weekend approaching, the proposition of a tarpon on fly proved too tentalising to pass up and I was willing to be in the office at 3am to complete a task if I had to. But thank goodness that there was nothing in my mailbox at 4am - which meant that I wasn't needed at the office .

With a 45minute train ride ahead of me, I decided to swap the intermediate line over to a floating when I'm on it. Reached rendevous point at about 710am and was greeted by my mate and friends. It's just good fun getting to fish with other people...

A short cab ride saw us reach our destination without any dramas, followed by a 10 minute walk.

Upon reaching the river, it reminded me so much of a place in Singapore called Lorong Halus, where the first generation of fly fishermen there got into huge tarpons, herrings and barramundis...but sadly, that place was decimated by drift netting when I started to fly fish. Although this river suffered a similar fate, Tarpons were still around and that's enough for me.

We got to a section of the river where there was in inflatable weir and water was overflowing to the other side as the tide rose.... and Tarpons were rolling on the surface!! With no time to waste, the rod was rigged up and a Reuben Estuary Special found it's way to the tippet once more. There were fish rolling as close as 10-20ft in front that there was virtually no need to cast. After flicking the line out, I dragged the fly slowly through the water. It wasn't until the fly was almost out of the water that the fish decided to have a go at it, but failed to hookup. This happened a few times and I decided to use a jiggy retrieve and kept the fly near the surface.... it worked! A flash of silver in the water as a fish rolled for it and I set the hook without hesitation... it was on!! Though not very big, they still pulled reasonably well and lept out of the water like their larger American cousins. The next 30-45 minutes was just magic...there were no shortage of hits, just whether the hook found its mark or not. I landed about 7 or 8 and probably missed/dropped about 3 times as much.







And when the tide maxed out and started to recede, fun was over... we stuck around for another hour or so with no results and decided to move elsewhere.