Today it finally all came together for me. Greg, my guide, and I went to the Weirau River. It was gorgeous country. When the first fish that we spotted ate, I began to think that this was going to be a good day. Soon the weather cleared after yesterday's light rain all day and evening. Then I caught my first NZ fish on a dry fly. Later I made my only terrible cast of the day. The fly (a size 10 black cicada) landed right next to the shoreline about 6 feet from the fish. He ran the 6' to get the fly, climbing over a rock in the process, and took off downstream with the fly. I did a beautiful hook set and the race was on. It is amazing to me how quickly you can run over the same slippery rocks that you carefully picked your way over to get into position to cast, while holding your rod high and reeling like hell, then figure out which hand to hang on to your walking stick. What, no third hand!!
Chip and Charlie also had a good day, while things were a little slower for Gene..
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