Australian Demographics Analysis, Profiling & Mapping
Now I’m a sensitive Green kind of guy, but when you’re up this close, I think it’s fair to say that Grizzly Bears look much better stuffed and inside a glass case. This big fella is part of the welcoming committee at Smithers Airport. It reminds you that you’re a guest here in this part
Twelve years ago at a Vancouver airport lounge, a tall Prussian looking gentleman strode past me, carrying a four piece fly rod tube. At the time, I was carrying a six piece fly rod tube, so we started talking, as fly fishermen tend to do in out of the way places. Herbert by then was in
This summer – apart from a brief early season trip to Owen River Lodge – I haven’t had a chance to fish for trophy trout in New Zealand’s famous South Island waters. So here are some (painful) reminders for me of what could have been my summer from Nelson guide Zane Mirfin, who actually gets paid for
I’m standing in the front of a small wooden dinghy which is floating on a remote loch in the central highlands of Scotland, and I’m rhythmically, but aimlessly flicking out a fly line armed with an old fashioned Aussie blue bottle dry fly It’s a warm afternoon in late autumn and in the background, the
A wedding invitation from an old friend who is a Chinese Australian took me unexpectedly on my first trip to China this year. My wife Jeanine came along as GP to the group and we brought our eight month old daughter Juliana with us. Separation from her mum was never really an option. After a
Bottom line with any trip is whether you’d do it again. With Owen River Lodge the answer is yes and as soon as possible. We left home in Brisbane on October 1 frazzled and stressed and returned after five days at the lodge kind of chilled, man. Jeanine and I had spoiled ourselves with a
NIMMO BAY Canada. https://nimmobay.com/ Talk about an adrenalin rush. I’m strapped down tight in a Bell Jet helicopter two kilometres above the western coastline of British Columbia and I find myself hanging on to pretty much anything in the chopper to convince myself that flying through the air in a machine without wings is
John Black – Fly fishing Cape Town, South Africa If Rugby Union is indeed the sport for thugs played by gentlemen, then fly fishing in small streams for nervous trout would have to qualify as the recreational activity for mugs, albeit played by the same gentlemen. And did I mention gentlemen and their love of
I learned to fly fish 23 years ago, on the beautiful Bundara River at Anglers Rest in North East Victoria. The learning process took a while, as I lived in Brisbane but I enjoyed the rugged beauty of Australia’s south east and the romance of pursuing the wily brown trout with a fly rod.
