Adventure Magazine
Issue 230, February/March 2022
Issue 230, February/March 2022
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Covid changed the face of a lot of activities, instead of being<br />
able to trek across the world or even New Zealand you had<br />
to stay in one place. But sometimes, you are just lucky.<br />
In July 2021 we decided that we would ski the whole season<br />
as often as we could and moved family and business to<br />
Turangi under the shadow of the mighty maunga and on the<br />
banks of the Tongariro. We have owned a property in Turangi<br />
for years and although the river has changed a few times<br />
over the years with different flooding patterns, our house has<br />
always been about 600m from the bank.<br />
It was here I was taught to fly fish by the late John<br />
Sommerville, who sadly passed away while I was in the<br />
middle of writing this article. He not only taught me how to<br />
fish, he showed me how to love it and it has been a passion<br />
ever since.<br />
When we arrived in July, I didn’t fish every day but did a<br />
few times a week. Then lockdown came and at first you<br />
were not allowed to fish. What was truly amazing was how<br />
the river soon flourished with life; the trout were shallow<br />
and there were a lot of them, even my dog started to try<br />
and catch them. But absence makes the heart grow fonder<br />
and not being able to fish fuelled into a passion. I heard a<br />
rumour that you could fish in the river at level 4, but I wasn’t<br />
sure, so I asked a local police officer who was checking on<br />
the riverbank if it was ok or not? His reply in typical Turangi<br />
fashion was, “you can fish but don’t be a dick and wade too<br />
deep.” With the official nod of approval I was back into it.<br />
Eighty days back to back without missing one, might be<br />
some sort of a record. Some days were more fun that others,<br />
I caught fish in a deluging raging storm and caught nothing<br />
on windless perfect days.<br />
As a rough calculation I have used over 150m of line; 10lbs,<br />
8lbs, 6lbs and 4lbs. It is hard to calculate the number of lost<br />
flies, but it must be in the region 100, particularly when I first<br />
started, some local trees that are hard to get to over deepwater<br />
pools look like Christmas trees (not just with my flies).<br />
I broke two rods; one I slipped on the bank and snapped it at<br />
the handle, the other broke on a large fish (I think a previous<br />
cast that had hit the rod had caused a crack). I have been<br />
through 5 pairs of thermal socks and bought three types of<br />
waders to cope with the changing season.<br />
How many fish? On average I lost about 5 fish per day so<br />
that’s a loss of about 400 fish! Some days you land one,<br />
some you land 10. I never kept a record, but I wish I had. I<br />
didn’t always bring them home, but I would bring one home<br />
from time to time. That is still a lot of trout to eat; fried, baked,<br />
smoked, grilled, pate, Thai, Chinese, even raw. With noodles,<br />
with vegetables, with rice or just on its own. I even tried to<br />
cook the roe once, it looked great but I could not get that to<br />
work, but I am open to suggestions.<br />
In the central plateau you really see the change in seasons;<br />
the paths you freely walked in winter, in summer are choked<br />
with rapid growing everything; trees and shrubs go from<br />
black bare branches to buds, to blossoms, to leaves. One<br />
winters morning it was so cold, minus 8 and my fingers<br />
were so frozen I could not tie on a fly and my rod eyes were<br />
freezing over, and in summer it is so hot you have to stop<br />
and climb out of all your gear to rest and cool down.<br />
There is a real sense of a fishing community here, you meet<br />
the same people on the river, everyone has time to stop<br />
and chat, you find yourself happily helping novices because<br />
others helped you and after eighty days you really don’t care<br />
if you don’t fish every moment. But you do get to know every<br />
nook, cranny, and ripple. Once, I arrived to see a guy and<br />
his wife stand on a bank a quarter away across the river.<br />
Fishing in a fast rapid. They saw me coming and waved. I<br />
asked how the fishing was going they said terrible that they<br />
had been there for an hour and nothing. So I told them there<br />
are fish in the rapid, ‘there’ and pointed to a shallow ripple,<br />
behind them is where I knew fish had been laying day after<br />
day, (I had stopped fishing that spot as it as it was a bit like<br />
shooting fish in a barrel). I could tell they didn’t believe me,<br />
so I encouraged them to give it a try. One cast, one fish.<br />
They were amazed and thrilled, it made my day.<br />
Living in Turangi there are a lot of trout guides, in our street<br />
alone there are four or five. As long as you have time to<br />
spare, they are happy to pass over their years of expertise<br />
because you are part of the community.<br />
Eighty days fishing seems like a lot, and I guess it is,<br />
when you look back through your phone images it’s been<br />
a great way to spend the winter, it becomes almost a type<br />
of meditation, the action, the calm, the sound of the river,<br />
and as the world was pretty much in turmoil it was a great<br />
escape. It really is not about catching the fish, it’s about the<br />
experience.<br />
Lastly, I have to give a shout out to the local fishing store<br />
in Turangi, Sporting Life; Andrew, Jessie, and the team<br />
have been great. Always helpful with real advice and their<br />
knowledge of the area is complete (this is not a paid advert).<br />
A good local store can take so much of the guess work out of<br />
a region.<br />
As we still try to come to terms with what has happened in<br />
the world, it’s good to know that there can be a silver lining<br />
and mine has been the opportunity to become extremely<br />
intermate with a stretch of water that in normal circumstance<br />
would have been a one night stand.<br />
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