Ingrained in our culture as a metaphor, a ‘one-way ticket’ is synonymous with adventure and new beginnings. This same sense of anticipation and excitement is born in me every time I float down the…

The light was good, my shadow sharp, and the water perfectly clear. I wanted to sight fish the first golden beach, which gleamed as though lit by an underwater florescent tube. It was still early…

The Monaro, a vast windswept plain in the southern highlands of New South Wales, is one of our mainland’s most iconic trout habitats. It hosts a bunch of tiny chalk-like streams that at times run…

Targeting bream on the fly was never on my to-do list. Those that know me understand how trout-obsessed I am, and that during my time off and travels I always gravitate to fishing for any species of…

With our leave booked, the plan seemed flawless. Dave and I were off to Tassie to camp out beyond Lake Augusta. The long-range forecast looked good. However, by the time we flew out, predictions were…

I read Nymphs and the Trout years ago, but somehow the Killer Bug never really appealed to me. There were no European grayling or indeed chalkstreams in Australia. I had only ever fished for grayling…