I'm currently having a car party with full wifi access, only good things can come of this...
I have now been in NZ for just over a week and I have managed to have almost too much fun and met too many funny F'n people. I have to give a big thank you to my almost friend Rohan the whore mongering Sri Lankan. I met him my second morning in Auckland and he is the reason that I found the car I am sitting in right now. So Rohan if you read this, I love you and I hope that you find or buy the woman of your dreams...
Without my car I would not have been able to fish the Wiapa River where I sight fished my first NZ brown, nor would I have been able to catch the Quasimodo Rainbow on the Ongarue. Without my ride I wouldn't have been able to share a morning coffee with Mike and Maxine on the bank of the Whakapapa....
Enough about my ride, lets talk about the color green and blackberry brambles and feral goats and fucking sand flies, rocks that are doing it wrong and about the gods and my thumb.
Everything on the North Island of New Zealand is so GREEN!!! I mean everything! Imagine any shade or hue of green and well its here, and yes its very pretty:)
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| Whanganui River |
Black Berry Brambles....
Holy shit they suck! Take a thorn on a rose bush and make it way more evil and sharp, and then attach it to a vine that it a million feet long and will forever be exactly where you want to go... they hurt... they really hurt...
Feral Goats are super cool...
Their horns raise up slightly and then sweep backwards making them look pretty bad ass... I was walking down the Whanganui river after a nice day fiddling around with some trout when I came across a kid, of the goat variety. At first the little fella was frightened of me but apparently I speak goat and we soon became pals. We bleated back and forth a bit, he asked how the fishing was and I asked where his parents were and so on...
Sand flies... At first they pretend like there not that interested in you....
So last night I got up some time during the night to relieve my self, I unzipped my tent and a fucking blizzard of the bastards flew in. I tried my best to get them out but there is only so much one can do in the wee hours before the sun comes up...
I woke up this morning, made some coffee, and then began to feel rather uncomfortable... I think that I may have over one million sand fly bites, I'm not even joking... They had a nice little feast while I slumbered...Pricks...
Rocks are meant to sink...
Well that's I was sure of until two days ago... There I was plodding up the river when I came to a spot which required me to step down off a boulder onto what appeared to be a pebbly rocky shore... NBD right!? Well shit on a stick! I took the step down and next thing I know there is water pouring into my waders... The guide book didn't mention anything about floating fucking rocks that look like a pebbly rocky shore!!! Pumice... google it... I didn't have to...
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| They're doing it wrong... |
Swollen thumbs are worth it...
There are things that we will remember forever, our first kiss or better yet our first lay, when we got or get married, where you were when the drunk dude in the campsite beside yours just tried to piss on your tent! That just happened!!! Baaahahaha!
Anyways, there are things that we will remember forever and for me it will be the second day I fished the Whakapapa river... I can't even put it into words... I am forever changed as an angler, I think this is how a herion addict feels knowing that they just had there friend "smack their bitch up" for the last time...
There are boulders the size of dinosaur eggs for kilometers, deep runs, old growth trees (I'll get back to you on the species), ferns, black berry brambles, blue ducks, the color green, water that looks a meter deep but is well over your head, and there are trout... big trout...
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| This one is for Sue & Al at the Crowsnest Cafe & Flyshop! |
I walked up the river and scared myself more than once needling crossings with water lapping the top of my waders, I made cast after cast and I caught trout. I saw trout do things that I didn't think possible, I spooked trout that would retire an angler if they managed to catch them...
I sat on the side of the Whakapapa having just released a trophy trout and I thought to myself, it can't be this good because it can't really get any better... It is was at that point that I decided that I had better quit before the gods took their pound off me... They just about did...
There is a low moving in tonight and its supposed blow through by mid afternoon at which point I will be headed Rangatikei way...
We'll be in touch!
Love!!!!!!!
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