Recent summer trout fishing have been frustrating here in Marlborough. Not so much for the aspects of guides and anglers exerting unceasing, injudicious detrimental pressure on unique back country rivers like the Wairau and a couple of once lovely tributaries, but for the weather.
Damn it, climate change is unavoidable. I’m not referring to Man’s influence with emissions and the theory of global warming here, but to our El Nino/La Nina-driven weather patterns. You see a favourite time of my trout fishing begins around November, when the brown beetle hatch. Given warm, balmy evenings trout go dotty over the buzzing insects plopping into the river from bankside grass and willows. It’s a fantastic fishing time; three or four weeks at the most, but more or less.
