You already know that bears love fishing. In fact, several
of my roommates are fishers!
Last August, I wrote a post about fishing for salmon in British Columbia. My guide then, Mike, showed me a method called “trolling” that
uses gear called “downriggers.”
You use a fishing rod and reel to cast a lure called a “fly”
into the water, where fish might be tempted to bite at it.
The lure is called a “fly” because many fish really like to
eat flying insects that land on, fall into, or fly too close to the water.
In fact, lures can look like anything a fish finds tasty: little crustaceans (like shrimp or
crawfish), worms, baby insects, minnows, leeches, or various other creepy-crawlies.
Lures can even just look weird enough
to make the fish curious!
Lures can be made out of feathers, fur, tinsel, plastic,
thread, rubber … you name it.
Some fishermen keep lures handy by sticking them in their
hats! Here is my friend Barney showing off his collection.
Now, it takes a lot of skill and patience to cast flies
properly. You can’t scare the fish with any sudden noise or splashing, and you
have to fool them into thinking that they really should chomp into your lure.
Once a fish is hooked, you have to play it carefully so that it doesn’t get away
until you’ve reeled it in. Then you either keep it to eat, or let it go to
fight again another day – a kind of fishing called “catch-and-release.”
I went fishing on the wild Tongariro River, near the town of
Turangi on the North Island. The
Tongariro River flows into a really big lake called Lake Taupo.
Because I didn’t know anything about fly-fishing, I went with
an experienced guide who helped me all along the way. His name is Marcel Ryda,
and he is the head guide at a company called Riverway General Store and
Outfitters.
Here Marcel and my buddy Dave are choosing a lure to tie
onto my fishing line.
I learned a lot about how to cast the line into the water by
watching other fishers.
We had to cross the rushing Tongariro to get to
a good fishing spot. The current was so strong in places that we all needed walking
sticks to keep our balance!
Here I am with my own walking stick.
We were hoping to catch rainbow and brown trout. We saw some
of these fish swimming in the water, but they were either too shy, or maybe not
hungry enough, to chomp our lures. It was still really beautiful and peaceful to
spend a day fishing on the river.
Later in the day, we rode in a big boat onto Lake Taupo itself.
Allow me to add that the fish was delicious.
Photos and story © S.
Clouthier
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