Danny’s crew

Danny Spellick and a group of CIT fly fishing scholars turned up at Caddigat Lakes early on Saturday morning. A convoy of small cars down a long and winding dirt track. Surprising there was only one puncture really.  Justin, Mark and Harry from the syndicate were already there with big plans for the big lake.  The breeze was intermittent north, then west, then calm but it was a cracking day with blue skies and only the odd cloud. A real Snowies spring day.  Everyone got cracking on Snaggy for a warm up session and the usual tortured cries as inexperience and enthusiasm won out over tactics and patience – and by that I mean these aren’t bream being dragged in on 5 kg braid, they’re fit fighting fish that like to be played a bit.  But it wasn’t too long before fish started coming ashore.  By lunchtime the group had spread out to a few different lakes and I spent a bit of time with Stuart on Spring Dam – most people had caught a fish by now.  Like a lot of new fly fishers Stuart had lots of questions and was quick to learn, picking up on some of the twitchy retrieve patterns that seem to bring results at Caddigat.  Before long he had two nice fish ashore one of which was over 5lb. Interesting to think this will probably be one of the biggest rainbows he’ll catch if he sticks at fly fishing for the next decade.

Meanwhile, I watched Justin, Mark and Harry setting off in the Quintrex for the top of Caddigat Lake. Justin had caught some nice fish in the main body of the lake on Friday, fishing a sinking line with a “blood sucking leech” as he “drifted” along.  Justin’s report follows: “Mark landed a couple on the sinking line with WB fishing as we made our way to the top of the dam. We then hiked up the gorge and found the waterfall.  Unfortunately, the stream was really low and the water extremely murky.  Didn’t see any sign of fish.  We then got back in the boat and promptly hooked up multiple times.  We ended up just drifting around the top end of the dam, near the rock bar, and casting WB on sinking lines.  Mark landed about half and dozen before deciding to give the poor boatman (moi!) a go.  First cast and I hooked up straight away!  Poor Harry was hooking plenty but somehow kept on inventing new ways of letting the fish throw the hook.  As lunch hour approached, we decided to head back to the boat ramp.  Harry finally managed to connect for long enough to land one.  All up we caught about a dozen (I had lost count as I was too busy handling the boat as well as the landing net!)  Interestingly, all the fish were about the same length (40cm).  They just varied from being fat to really really fat.   All fought extremely hard and gave fantastic acrobatic displays”.

Tight tippets!