My third season living in Taihape has been a strange one. The Hautapu has been dirty more often than not, with the rain seemingly timed perfectly to muddy the waters each time they start to clear. The fishing Gods might be telling me that I should be making rods and not fishing. In truth, there have still been plenty of chances to cast to sighted fish, even in less than pristine conditions. Of course, as soon as things warmed up, the home pets got into their steady diet of willow grubs.
