New Zealand Trout and Marlin

New Zealand was dry this year. The Glacier are actually growing inpsite of the dire warning of global warming. The Spring creeks are just right and my kiwi friend alway willing to hook a trout for Mum. I start on the South Isaland and fish my favorites down by the Matura, over to Te Anau and the Fjordland up the West Coast over to Canterberry up to Nelson before taking the Ferry across to Wellington. I wish someone would release some Stonely nymphs into these gin clear streams.

Up toTaupo where the streams, rivers and stillwaters are perfect but too many Merikan and Kiwi guides. When I get up to Rotorua I am at home again much like Dunedin in the South Island. I know the streams well and they are loaded with hug rainbows and monster browns. My friends host us with great wines and Red Deer steaks. I fly some falcon and shoot some possums. The hot spring remind me of Nevada.

I am inviteed to go marlin fishing further north in the Bay of Pleanty. I have caught over 100 stripped Marlin in Mexico but never one over 175 lbs. Up there they will go from 80-100 kilos.

My friends own a 30 foot crusiser and knew Don Allen of Dakota arms well. We miss Don and his manners.

Back to Nevada and on to New Zealand

The quail hunt in Mexico were again filled of dumb mearns and gambels, terrific points, all my dogs in heaven and warm friendship with out hosts. There is something specials about Mexicans esp. the ranchers and farmers, I admire so much. I've been going to Mexico for over 40 years and I've never seen a Mexican excepting the polica, either down, depressed or not able to smile.

I want to go over to the Baja on the Ferry this year but the call of New Zealand is getting stronger as time spin into March. This will probably be my last year to travel to New Zealand on a yearly basis as the Island is getting crowed with "Merikan" like me who hire the Helicopter Hughes 500 D's or Squirrels with guides to do the hard work and get into the back country. Such a shame not finding these special place on you own or watching a guy trying to learn to fly cast on a stream that holds 10 lb spooky browns. He'll be fortunate to hook one but at least he is starting at the top. The older I get the more I believe in Karma and that truth rises to the surface albeit slowly sometimes.