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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.

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