A day up Shit Creek
Intellectual capital – only those who know are allowed to go… “Nobody owns the ocean. But you own the intellectual…
Jazz
The Dreamtime – the prelude, pandemonium and pause of fly-fishing for kob
Metaphysical aside, those dark hours between 3am and sunrise are my Dreamtime. Pretty freakin’ fortunate then that our much-treasured dusky kob (Argyrosomus japonicus) share similar early morning habits. At least when they enter our estuaries to party.
So you want to go pro?
In conversation with Tourette Fishing’s Keith Clover – the evolution from fly-fishing guide to desk jockey. And back again… I…
Zen and the Art of Following Your Nose
You look at where you’re going and where you are and it never makes sense, but then you look back…
This is the holy grail of flats fly-fishing
The following feature was published on the Red Bull website: A permit is not (only) something you need to legally…
First times
Do you remember your first time? Perfect? Don’t come talk shit here. It never is, more likely it was something…
Basket case – the quest for the perfect stripping basket
Too big; too small; too deep; too shallow; too square; too round; too oval; too rectangular. Too punk rock…Not punk…
The circle of life – let the Leeries live
Ah the garrick, aka ‘leerie’. It’s like the starter game fish that gets so many hooked on the light-tackle and…