These browns were not only among the best looking fish I had ever caught, but their power for their size was unbelievable, and I was truly in stillwater heaven. I clearly remember telling myself every time they crashed on the surface and my line tightened, that flyfishing cannot get much better than this. The water has a peaty brown tinge but I would still recommend using stealthy tactics, which brings me to my health warning: As I crept my way through some reeds to reach some rising trout, I got a surprise greeting of a couple of geese, the mother jumped to attention, opened her wings and hissed in a threatening manner, I froze long enough to notice her eggs in the nest below. I slowly started my retreat only to be swooped on by the male - who was close by, on the 2nd swoop - probably 12inches above my bonce, the daddy explained very clearly that my retreat wasn't fast enough, this resulted in me running for my life!
Anyway back to the fishing, if you want easy fishing, where you fall out of your car, onto the bank and then spend hours pulling huge stockies on your 8# rod, then this isn't the place for you, especially with all the hiking involved. On the other hand, if you like walking in the wilderness, getting away from civilisation, and can fish delicately on a lightweight setup while catching small wild brownies using traditional methods - welcome to paradise.
I should mention that this was the 1st venue that I nearly kept from my blog, due to a selfish desire to keep it for myself and the other lucky few that fish there, but I decided its just not me.