I get the nicest of casts out with this cumbersome rig, just above the Matagouri and Toi Toi flower heads and watch intently as the woollen tuft dead drifts over the biomass beneath it. But no, being the purist I am I persevere and make a couple of adjustments to my set up including succumbing to putting an indicator on.
#Forgive me father i stay sinning free
I’m tempted to have a go with his rig as he seems to be getting a better resistance free drift in the deep slow tailout across the shoal of hogs that we can just make out when the wind isn’t rippling the surface, the back casts tricky and he’s making it look easy. Jimmys up first and first cast with the braided spinning gear he’s into a beautiful 16lb Hen, Three casts and twenty minutes later he lands a 27lb Jack that is just a beast. So yesterday I find myself at the ‘Measuring’ Pool on the mighty Spot X River with my trusty sidekick Jimmy The Fish, Peteski being up north and unavailable. Hope you are well and planning to emigrate soon before the end of the American Experiment! Again, this is not why I write you, rather to share yet another tail from the dark side. While the September “canal” fishery in NZ’s central South Island may raise some ethical questions, it pretty interesting. Nick guided for Cedar Lodge the six seasons we owned it and we have always enjoyed his colorful commentaries. I had to share this epic tale from my kiwi pal Nick Johnson.
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