THINK OUTSIDE THE SNAG
By the time summer rolls around, we freshwater anglers are getting starry-eyed and listless. Thoughts drift to buzzing cicadas and roiling waters at the bottom of a gravel race; and a dingy eddy inviting a well-presented lure. There in the shadows might lurk a bright-eyed, brassy flanked predator ready to scoff the first thing silly enough to come into range.
As the days lengthen and the seasonal chorus of common koels, dollarbirds and cuckoos suddenly springs from every thicket, the call to go bass fishing must be answered!
It was just that way as my mate Kieran and I wended towards a river valley. We were exploring new water; and when it comes to the Manning River, well, bass anglers get a bit light-headed.
Our tyres rolled onto river cobbles well after dark. Perhaps because of the prolonged dry, the night’s activity was subtle. The rippling calls of stony-creek frogs were absent and only the quiet murmur of the
