By November in Victoria, my attention is normally starting to swing away from the
Travelling from the cold, windswept, rain-lashed Grampians at the end of last week,
If there’s one frustration every flyfisher has experienced, it’s a sunken dry fly.
We all get stuck in our ways, sometime by choice, sometime without knowing.
When
Never a season renowned for its stability, this spring has been one of the most erratic
I’m not a species counter, but this year I was keen to catch (or at least better
Harrison lists the things he wished he'd known the first time he headed north with
