Trout Fisher Magazine

“What?!! Why are you bothering to fish that run blind?” … that’s a phrase which resonates fairly regularly with kiwi anglers. We’re a pretty snobby bunch in general when it comes to fishing… among the banter underlies subtle digs at spinning, winding

Most of us have had some form of experience with fishing before picking up the tricky fly flicking apparatus, and many kids cross over after some bait fishing at the wharf, rock fishing or a humble spinner. I was generously given a fly rod, reel and

In Australia, a large part of my love for fishing was centred on the beauty of the natural environment and the native animals that live there. Not seeing platypus, echidnas, wombats, kangaroos, water dragons, and even snakes is something that I’m mis

Phyllo or Filo pastry became a ‘fashionable ‘new trend’ ingredient in the eighties if my memory serves me correctly. Of course these recipes in the countries and cultures of origin are all about tradition and will be timeless. Phyllo originated durin

In November every year a group of friends and I enjoy a ‘boys only’ fishing trip in the MacKenzie Country. We spend most of our time fishing either Lake Benmore or one or more of the many streams that dissect the stunning landscape there. However, du

What a wild wet winter it has been here in the South Island! Certainly not great fishing conditions and much better suited for going hunting and tying copious amounts of trout flies for summer usage. One person who keeps me constantly fired up about

Back in the 1950s, Ed Zern was a terrific columnist for the American magazine "Field and Stream. Often in his columns he would come out with witty statements. As they say "many a true word is spoken in jest" and Ed Zern once wrote, "Fishermen are bor

As the weekend approached, so did yet another moisture-laden North-West front. The preceding gale-force winds rendered fly-casting a farcical notion, and the subsequent southerly change left me struggling to think of what to tie on in hopes of foolin

O Stream! Thou Imagest my life (Shelley, 'Alastor', lines 505, 508) The first fish, a bluegill, was caught on a small spinner and worm combination in the beautifully restored old canal, now a state park, in Maryland, near Washinton D.C. The fish came

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