These guys showed up across the river out of the bush…
They had to cross at a swing bridge…
The dogs weren’t so sure about it, you’re walking on a piece of chain link fence…
Jake caught a tusk…
The pig faired a little worse…
At the bottom of a 200’ gorge, there is a pool. In it live these two, a giant freshwater eel and a double digit brown trout. I’ve seen up to four fish at a time in this pool, all monsters. I think I could make the crossing about a mile upstream and hike downthe other side, then maybe get to within casting range with some precarious climbing… but I am not doing it alone.
Finally… 23 inches of brown love. I shoulda/woulda/coulda caught more, and if I were capable of making 50’ casts directly into a 25mph steady wind with a 14’ 4x leader I would have caught a few more…
did you stumble into midle earth? is that guy wearing a tunic with purple hose?
bwahahahah
That’s the Kiwi “backcountry getup”… blue polypro bottoms (just long underwear) with shorts overtop. They had gaiters on over their bootops, as well. These two gents were Air New Zealand pilots, go figure.
Those Arentine dogos were awesome. The brown one ran to me and would not stop licking my hand, and one other came over, curled up, and lay right on top of my feet while I was standing there. Sweet dogs…
Oh, he initially hit a royal wulff, but I missed him. I had a PT dropper on and he took that on the next pass.
Pillage and plunder with a 9wt and a fist full of clousers.
