All the fishing was after dark, kicking off around dusk and going through as long as you could stand the cold, 3am was about as late as we had, and I think midnight was the earliest. Not a lot of sneaking along the banks was called for, we cased the place early the first arvo and had worked out where we could safely wade out into the lake and fish over the drop off and into the submerged river bed, a few sticks etc were placed at the drop off poking out of the water so we didn’t end up stumbling over it in the dark.
All up we had a top week landing and releasing a lot of really nice brown trout with only a few rainbows kept for the smoker. Sort of turned into haze by day 3 or 4, start fishing at dusk go as late as you could, back to camp sleep, rise late, cook a good feed, try and clean and dry gear from the previous night, shower and head to the lake to do it again.
The Chalet
Sample of the fish
Poor old fella, all head and no body mass, nearly be his last run up the river
Dave with a nice fish
Yours truly, in the muck that often became the nightly jelly wrestle as a fish wriggled free of your grip
Dave with a fish he got that will be remembered for a long time
A balmy 6 degrees under the Adaminaby servo roof.....and it’s out of the wind
A true indication as to how cold it really was, unsure what happened first, dropped off or went blue.....
Cheers
