Thursday, December 14, 2006
The annual Lake Rowallan trip
Once again Andrew and I headed up to the beautiful Lake Rowallan for our annual fishing trip, and once again it was bloody hot. Day one had some wind which made the heat bearable, resulting in a total fire ban for all of Tassie. Day 2 was hotter, even though we were gone by lunch.
The fishing was good, with plenty of action, but unfortunately, the fish were small rainbows, the biggest of which wouldn’t even make the 1 pound mark. I did catch 1 brown trout from the shore, but this was unfortunately no bigger. I boosted my score by 4, and caught 3 others too small to count. Andrew only added 1 to his tally, but I think he may have better news from his Arthurs Lake trip later that same week (I wont steal his thunder). Not really what we were hoping for considering that the lake has produced 5lb fish and above in the past few years, but still an enjoyable trip.
This has been the first trip for a while sleeping on the ground in my 3 man tent, and I hate to admit that I may be getting a bit old for sleeping on the ground. It took me a while to get moving again the next day, and I know my co-fisherman didn’t fair much better, as he was up at sparrow fart. But it is still a beautiful spot, maybe we just need better sleeping mats.
The fishing was good, with plenty of action, but unfortunately, the fish were small rainbows, the biggest of which wouldn’t even make the 1 pound mark. I did catch 1 brown trout from the shore, but this was unfortunately no bigger. I boosted my score by 4, and caught 3 others too small to count. Andrew only added 1 to his tally, but I think he may have better news from his Arthurs Lake trip later that same week (I wont steal his thunder). Not really what we were hoping for considering that the lake has produced 5lb fish and above in the past few years, but still an enjoyable trip.
This has been the first trip for a while sleeping on the ground in my 3 man tent, and I hate to admit that I may be getting a bit old for sleeping on the ground. It took me a while to get moving again the next day, and I know my co-fisherman didn’t fair much better, as he was up at sparrow fart. But it is still a beautiful spot, maybe we just need better sleeping mats.
