…….Others are just dog turds. Sometimes people may get the impression we always catch fish. Not only is that not the case, but sometimes we don’t even get to make a cast. This certainly happened over the past weekend. It is currently closed season for Trout in all waters designated as “General Trout Waters” but there are still rivers and creeks out there that do not fall into that category, that contain Trout. The operative words in that sentence being “out there”. The truth is I don’t think the DPI bothered to classify them because most people simply couldn’t be stuffed with the amount of effort required to get to them but when the weekend has a full moon and howling winds like last weekend Vicki, Chris and I could be.
Now when I say effort, I don’t mean it’s a long drive on a rough road in your air conditioned Land Cruiser. I’m talking an all day effort for maybe 2 hours of fishing time. Lots of preparation and planning for anything that could go wrong as well as telling people where you are going and if they don’t hear from you by dark to call the SES. That kind of out there.
This time we gave a new ploy a try and took mountain bikes to ride the 10 or so kilometres of fire trail in to where we wanted to go. Keep in mind that also means 10kms out as well. Now I had studied the maps and knew that we had to not take a left turn on the track at one point. Google Maps is actually marked with a road and we just had to stick to it and we would be fine. However we came to an intersection in the trail I thought might be the one I was thinking of but the track immediately became something that no vehicle was ever going to get down, especially a fire truck. So we backtracked and took the better maintained track figuring that would be the “marked” road on a map. Wrong!
That track continued another 3 kilometres or so until it ended and became a walking track. By this time we figured we had taken the wrong track but that those 3kms were in the direction the river was. We started out on foot descending into the valley. Huge, and I mean HUGE sandstone escarpments towered over us. After about an hour on foot, mostly downhill, it was 1pm and we just didn’t think we would have the time to go much further and get out before dark. By this time we had also realised that the “valley” we were in was actually just a really big gully that ran into the valley.
Even though it was uphill back it still only took an hour back, only about twice as much energy was used. In the end we rode for about two and a half hours then walked an hour only to turn back and do it in reverse, only uphill this time. We never even saw the river let alone thought about unpacking the rods.
Has it dampened my desire to try and get in there? Nope. I’m still keen. I know for sure there will be fish there and that there is a very real possibility that fishing could be pristine, untouched Trout water by virtue of the fact it is so hard to get there. We’ll let you know when we get them.