Monthly Archives: July 2013

Marshall Islands

 

After Manilla, Pohnpei, and Guam, the Marshall Islands was at least going to be home for more than two nights – four to be precise. AND we got to spend a weekend there which meant at least half a day for R and R. What, I hear you all say, how can they need R and R when they’re on this Pacific sojourn? Well, I can tell you our employer is getting more than his pound of flesh as we prosthelitise an electronic future for Pacific fisheries. Anyway, enough of that and yes we got our half day off.

Before I talk about fishing I should pay homage to another of the band of Plymouth Uni fishery science graduates (along with me, Bartleet, Cartwright and others) who ended up working in the region because it was too cold/wet/dismal/etc in the old country, one Mr Maurice Brownjohn OBE. Maurice spends his time between Port Moresby, Shanghai, and Majuro working in the business of the multi $billion Pacific tuna fisheries, most recently as the PNA Office Commercial Manager and all round fisheries troubleshooter. He was an excellent host in Majuro whose duties included cooking breakfast every day we were there.

It’s not just we learnt a heap of stuff about the industry, the fishery, the people, and generally about what’s going on and where, he got us into places, and onto boats we’d never have been able to access on our own.

Back to the weekend off, Ian organised a boat “the Wasabi”, skippered by Seal Marine Inc’s Cary Evarts (yachtseal@hotmail.com).  Wasabi was a cracking fishing boat driven by a V6 Cummins 360T which belted along and purred like a cat.

Cary (as in Cary Grant) talked a good story on the way out and despite a 25 knot nor easter which drove a lumpy wind-wave fighting a westerly swell we were soon at it in the main channel entry for the Majuro Atoll lagoon.  I’m guessing the lagoon is 20 kms across, maybe more; the highest point on land is about 2 metres above sea level.

A ring of islands, a lagoon in the middle, reportedly the second largest ship registry in the world, and one of the main centres for tuna transhipment from purse seine vessels and carriers in the western Pacific.  Front page of this week’s newspaper, unfortunately, isn’t about the trade success of the island chain’s 25,000 population in fisheries – and our Prime Minister is en route here in September, elections permitting.

If you’ve hung in this far, well done. A bit of fishing now – it wasn’t hot, and one of our boat party – recently arrived from the UK found the rock and roll swell a bit much and made the traditional sacrifice to the fish gods of a good breakfast berley trail. There’s a moral to that story, don’t skite the night before that you’ve never chucked!

The score. Me one (on a size 12 red tag*). Everyone else nil.  Sharks, one, specifically a nice dogtooth Ian was toying with before it had its body separated from its head. Ian had one massive hit that bust the lure; and the doggy eating shark ripped a hook from a split ring.

We ended up with half an hour of snorkeling on the reef, ate lunch on the way home, and were back in the office before anyone missed us.

Tight tippets all, and thank your God we don’t have these brutes in Lake Eucumbene!

Back  in early August!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*Editor’s comment – full of ##it!

 

 

Winter’s Dioramas at Dixie

 

As the morning winter fog starts to lift, whilst the lake is still, the sunlight low and filtered, each reflection is a diorama. A framed illusion of nature’s perfection.

Fishing such calm water brings new challenges. While the light is still low the fish can see you, but you can’t see them. But what you can see is the water bulge with every fish movement. Small disturbances, normally undetectable in a ripple are a give away.  The hint of a fish moving through the water, helping the cautious angler spot their prey.

I like to fish where I have some visibility into the water at my feet so I can see the fish chase the fly. Stream-craft becomes critical. Stand with trees behind you so you’re not contrasted against sky, crouch down, kneel, stand back from the bank.

A slow sinking intermediate line gets the line shadow off the water and gets the fly down to the fish, and small nymphs fished slow get sucked down, and buggers stripped quickly get follows and takes. Fishing blind across some deep water got us a follow right to the bank; stripping a big bugger back to the bank out of a deep hole got us a solid hook up; but it was a slow draw surface retrieve cast right to a boil that got David D this beautifully coloured female from Kidney.

A bead head nymph flicked off the island on Dixieland Dam got David H this cracking male.

Dixieland, Kidney, Snaggy and Caddigat are all spilling after last weeks rain and a bit of pumping, and Midway is filling fast.  Midway and Teeny have been stocked with broodstock fish this week. Don’t get the idea the fishing is easy, they’re as flighty as ever but well worth the effort.

I’m away for a few weeks, but checking emails regularly – Philippines, Micronesia, Guam, Marshall Islands, Honolulu, Fiji and New Caledonia – working – but back early August.

Tight tippets!

Fly Fishing and Accommodation in Adaminaby