NIGHT FLY FISHING EXPERIENCE - Flyfishingtails
NIGHT FLY FISHING EXPERIENCE - Flyfishingtails
NIGHT FLY FISHING EXPERIENCE - Flyfishingtails
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7<br />
(river snapper), a surprise<br />
fish, which gave me a nice<br />
little rev.<br />
fishing a floating with a sink<br />
tip and Steve and Andre had<br />
intermediates.<br />
We managed a couple of<br />
smallish big eye kingies and<br />
I hooked a nice rock salmon<br />
Something hit my fly really<br />
hard and took off like crazy<br />
but when your line gets a<br />
knot in it and there is no<br />
free flow...its bye bye fishy.<br />
I will never know what that might have been and all my line came<br />
flying back at me, leaving me standing there confused as to what<br />
just happened! That’s the excitement of fishing at night...you never<br />
know what to expect! We discovered that when we turned off<br />
our headlamps that we had more takes for some reason and only<br />
turned them on when we really needed to. A couple more big eyes<br />
were caught and we called it a day and headed back to camp.<br />
The next day (Saturday), half the group decided to hit the lakes<br />
with the boat, which could only take 3 – 4 people on it and the rest<br />
of us decided to fish the tide in the morning at the mouth. Fishing<br />
was very quiet again and the wind started to pick up from a<br />
north westerly direction but after trying a few techniques and surf<br />
we only managed a small shad and another surprise fish, a little<br />
threadfin.<br />
We headed back to camp and decided to get back for the evening.<br />
The guys on the boat could only access the big (3rd) lake due to<br />
the tide not being deep enough to cross through to the 1st salt<br />
lake and unfortunately were unable to find the fish.<br />
We had a bite and headed out for our last night at the mouth for<br />
the weekend. All geared up and with a bit of knowledge from the<br />
night before we eagerly waited for it to get dark and the tide to<br />
start rising.<br />
It was still very quiet and we had one casualty; Alwyn walked<br />
behind Warren while he was pumping a fly line and got a nice size<br />
chartreuse clousler in the cheek. After the slight flesh wound scare<br />
I told the guys to please be careful of flying hooks and to de-barb<br />
all flies.<br />
One of the guys had a take and I decided to put my big 5 inch olive<br />
brush fly and immediately started getting pulls. Changing speed<br />
on the retrieve, I was on to another strong little big eye kingy. Then<br />
straight after that Ryan screams that he’s got a bus of a fish and its<br />
taking line.