Flyfishing for Australian Murray Cod

Chilly July

I must admit during winter I enjoy the warmth of my bed, so when Jason suggested an overnight fishing trip, I had my reservations. At the moment we’re experiencing some very chilly nights, followed by heavy frosts. Not your usual pleasant camping scenario. I knew but, after a few fish the cold conditions would hopefully be forgotten.

Working our float boats down through the narrow section it magically opened up to a 1 km long hole. It didn’t take long to work out the fish were very timid, even our favourite and proven flies failed. Pulling up for a yarn, we foraged through our fly boxes for salvation. The answer came in the form of a weed guarded 6/0 fatboy fly. It would be a case of repeated presentations to any likely areas.

Finally when the first cod raced from under a large boulder and engulfed the fly, more out of shock, I clean forgot to set the hook, resulting in a lost fish. It would take until midday before another eventual strike. Jason worked casts across the face of a large submerged bottlebrush, I drifted a 6/0 orange/red fatboy deep into the mallee of twisted limbs from the front. I was prepared for the strike this time and although it was only a small Murray cod, it lifted our spirits.

Upon reaching the end of the hole which looked very fishy indeed, deep water filtered under a series of bottlebrushes. The next fish was a feisty Golden Perch, which had no problems attacking the 150mm long fly. With only a few fish to show for the day’s effort and light fading fast, we headed back to set up camp for the night. A stock pile of timber and a roaring fire was first on the list, hopefully enough to see the night through.

After a good feed and a few laughs, we decided to call it a night, but upon rolling out my swag, I soon realised somehow I’d forgotten my -10 sleeping bag, I knew it was going to be a long night. The next morning the ground was a blanket of glittery white frost, nothing a strong cup of coffee and brekkie couldn’t fix. (Finding out later that night was -4)

Heading back to the river, we were keen to give the far end of the hole a thorough workout. The fish had shut down solid, but once again the tail of the pool produced results, Jason was rewarded with a nice Murray cod, pulled from under a huge log. The fly was a prototype, a mutated twin rattling clouser.

Battling through the shallow water and bottlebrush limbs, we explored further downstream. It looked ideal cod holding water, which was soon confirmed when I landed another small cod, this time on a black 6/0 fatboy.

It was a worthwhile trip and definitely an area we’ll be exploring more, but only after it warms up.             Nick

One response

  1. Nice work boys, thanks for sharing your day with us.

    Nick..you wouldn’t believe it but I’ve been tying a fly similar to those one’s! Good to see them worked well for you’s.

    Virty

    August 1, 2011 at 8:02 pm

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