Brisbane Water, the last hurrah for 2012
As my first year as a fly fisherman and club member draws to a close I can attest to the steep learning curve required to attempt to conquer the arts of casting, presentation, tying etc. My progress along this curve has been a series of challenges that are still presenting themselves, often at times when I think just maybe I am beginning to acquire a small part of the skill set required to actually look like a Fly Rodder it all falls apart and a favourite quote often springs to mind that applies just as much to fly fishing as it does to life in general, being; All movement is not progress, just as all progress is not forward! (Anon).
Anyway, with this trip being the last for 2012 and my first in a couple of months due to another project that was occupying large chunks of my spare time meant I was as keen for a fish as can possibly be.
Arriving at the Koolewong ramp I met up with Chris, Rodger, John, Bob and Dave with Trent, Sticker and Sebastian due, just not there as yet (seems to be a familiar theme Sticker).
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Needing a crew and with John Roberts happy to provide his services and both of us keen to get a line wet we absconded from the ramp post haste and headed straight for Box Head and started looking for signs of fish in conditions that were near perfect for humans with a clear sky, no breeze and a lazy swell. With nothing obvious happening on the surface we harled across Broken Bay along with a pod of dolphins following some well defined tide lines all to no avail.
With a change of spot, change your luck agreed upon we headed into the "general vicinity" of Pitt Water to find a small patch of fish working the surface with some birds picking up the leftovers.
Within a few casts I was onto a nice fish, John said make the call, Tailor I guessed which proved to be correct as the first time I sighted the fish it buggered off with my fly in it's gob and left me with a shredded leader!
I must say at this point the profound and sincere heartfelt symapthy that John showed after I lost my first tailor on fly was totally non bloody existent, all I received was a "gee that was a shame and you lost a great looking fly!".
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