A lot of fishermen came to our camp the next morning because the unpleasant weather had driven them away from the west coast. By the river we could see a lot of cars. The fishing there was over for us, and we decided to spend the last couple of days by the New Zealand lakes.
It took us all day to transfer to the lakes but in the evening we finally got there. The surrounding nature was tough, but it surely had its allure. The lake, we arrived at, was lined with parched grasslands and crags. A strong wind was blowing, but from time to time we could spot a feeding fish. We decided not to fish that evening and we cooked our traditional meal – penne pasta. We wanted to have enough energy and stamina for the following day.
A half-day of unsuccessful casting had passed when Peter finally hooked a fish using a Green Beatle. That lake was home to a traditional form of Scottish trout, so we admired the beautiful fish so far removed from ‘home’.
During the three days that followed, we didn´t hook any fish. They were either feeding too far from the bank, or we couldn’t persuade them into biting our flies. We tried at both dawn and at night, we tried streamers, chironomids, nymphs, dry flies… To put it in a nutshell, we tried everything to no effect.
We found it really, really hard to leave New Zealand on that note!
I’ll remember New Zealand for its magnificent nature, of which I saw only a fraction, combined with truly nice and friendly people. Altogether New Zealand is a heaven on earth. In my dreams I can still vividly see how I hooked my biggest fish on that small Cicada fly. That’s why I´m a fly-fisherman – it the stuff of dreams!
However, I have to warn you. Once you visit this country you will never stop thinking about returning.