It’s not very often I head far from home to find water, but I’ve been always keen to fish the lower Macintyre river system. John Everett was also interested in venturing to the rich broad acre cotton farming region and hopefully find a few fish.
5am road trips and country roads can sometimes involve white knuckle driving, dodging crazy kangaroos that seemed determined to inflict damage on my Toyota.
Calling into the first property, we were rewarded with a yarn and also fishing access, oh and the obligatory mud map that farmers always tend to favour.
Spotting the river gums we knew that the water wasn’t too far away, but it wasn’t going to be easy as we weaved our way through the thick mimosa bush that choked the prime grazing land.
A little unsettling was the number of black snakes sunning themselves in the morning sun. We knew we’d better keep our wits about us on this trip.
The river twisted and turned down through heavily silted sand banks. Little cod eagerly darted out from thigh deep water, pinning them with our flies wasn’t easy.
Finally we floated to a descent hole, but still the fish persisted with playing hard to get.
A black rattling clouser raised interest with not many takers. It was very frustrating when a big cod had three goes at the fly, but no hook up.
As the sun settled, we watched several feral pigs slipping down for their daily drink.
We decided to walk back upstream, to find and collect the ute. Our plan was to figure how to reach the large pool by vehicle. Somehow we worked our way through the maze of gates and Mimosa bush, back to our chosen campsite. The decision was to fish the rest of the large hole at first light.
While darkness fell, pigs grazed on previously ploughed paddocks not far from the campsite. Next morning while having breakfast we watched as a steady flow of pigs travelled from a distant cultivation, leading them right past our campsite.
Even though we worked some really prominent snag structures, the morning session remained very quiet. We decided it was time to pack the Hilux, head down the road and find the next property.
At the next farm they gave us the rock star treatment, happily showing us around and pointing out the better water. Even though the water was quite shallow, the hole looked similar to the New England water we fish regularly. Bottle brush and overhanging trees formed structures for Murray cod, which is the water we like to fish.
The cod seemed a lot more willing to strike on rattling flies. Pigs and snakes were ever present as we finned quietly upstream using our Floatboats, but we were here to fish, not hunt!
Although we struggled to encourage the bigger fish on our trip, I was assured the water held good quality fish. When the colder months arrive, I think I’ll return to the warmer Goondiwindi water with both flyrod and rifle. Nick
How can you improve on an awesome late evening fishing session? A day when the fish really fired up and a stack of cod where landed on the fly.
Storm clouds rolled in and rain could spell disaster for the remaining few hours.
Clipping off the black fatboy fly it was time for floating flylines and topwater bugs.
To see some of the surface highlights check out the latest head cam clip, featuring an 86cm beast. According to the Fisheries handbook it would have weighed in at 13.5kgs. Nick
There’s no bigger rush than pursuing Murray Cod on a surface fly. The anticipation and knowing, that any second, your top water bug could be detonated upon. It’s a sound that travels far across the water, instantly your mates know you’ve been ambushed.
Unfortunately a week can bring so many variables to our sensitive Murray Cod. Just last week, it was a case of having to fish the top layer or miss out on the action.
Today I found out that our native fish can quickly bring you back down to reality. Valuable light quickly faded as I struggled to raise any interest on my usually successful poppers.
The “Light Horseman Fly” (a tribute to the heroic Aussie Soldiers and the Emu feathers that adorned their Slouch Hats), it is a fly we fish with confidence, when using Intermediate sink tip fly lines. It has several features that could also serve duty as a dual purpose fly.
- Flymen Fish Masks provide a very slow sink rate.
- Big Game Articulation shanks, movement and positive hook set on a static fly.
- Reverse tied Buck tail and natural Emu feathers giving the illusion of life.
- Front loop weed guard, we’ve popularised and perfected this awesome snag reducer.
Switching to a floating flyline I began to cover the same snag systems with Light Horseman, areas I usually reserve for a surface bug.
Most times I’d let the fly bulge the surface and sink to a maximum of around 40cm in depth.
It was nearly as much fun as surface fishing, watching fish rush up through the submerged limbs and climbing all over the snaking fly. It always pays to try new tactics and ideas when the usual techniques fail. Nick
Peering through the bottlebrush we could see a promising sight, the combination of fading light and snag lined pocket water. As an experiment we chose to fish different techniques. Jason stuck with the traditional and boring sub surface flies, while I worked the surface.
I could see Jason struggling to raise interest and having no luck with the use of sub surface flies on his side of the riverbank. In total contrast I was raising a heap of fish amongst the shaded structure.
A 5/0 cod charmer was just the ticket for these little cod! A reasonably small fly, but can be fished subtly or worked hard depending on what the fish want on the day.
The hook up rate was pretty low on the day, but since they were mostly small fish it was all about the blow up.
Fishing top water is a great search tool; a lot of water can be covered in minimal time and fished ultra effectively. Nick
I’m still laughing as I reflect on last weekends trip. Finally we put together a day trip without having to sweat it out or lug a ton of gear over stupid distances. Being able to park the vehicle at the riverbank doesn’t happen often, so we really made the most of it.
I had a hunch that the minimal flow from Pindari Dam would pay dividends on a river that had been blown out, for so many months.
Our casting mojo’s had been set on “awesome”, no structure was safe from our invading flies.
We have often found that sometimes a simple temperature change can trigger a memorable bite session; this was one of those days.
This particular trip started slowly and fished without reward, by late evening we started smashing them! I don’t know what got us more excited, a 70cm cod or the pair of venomous snakes swimming through our hot zone.
Slipping into the next pool, we could see the heavily snagged pocket water that begged for top water tactics. Stay tuned for the next post and headcam clip, you’ll see why Murray Cod and surface flies are the ultimate combination. Nick