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If you had read the "Saddest Fishing Report of All Time" then you might have been wondering what happened to me. Let me catch you up.
I closed out "Act I" of my life in Washington by saying goodbye to everyone, selling my house, giving away my Jaguar and moving to Colorado to be near my son. I took a new job (actually the greatest job, ever) as a Technical Marketing Manager with my company. It requires that I travel about 20-30% of the time. That's fine, it means that "Act II" is starting out with something of a World Tour.
I'm on one of those trips right now to Australia and New Zealand. Unlike previous trips to Tel Aviv or New York, I was able to get some fishing in on this trip. I had arranged customer engagements in Sydney and Melbourne (both beautiful, modern cities) and then a day of engagements in Auckland, New Zealand. I asked the sales guy in Melbourne "How long does it take to get to Auckland?" He replied "Its about 3 hours and 20 years back in time."
|View from the F5 office in Auckland|
After finishing my business for the week, I rented a car and nervously drove the "wrong" side of the road down from Auckland for about 3 hours to Lake Rotorua, a large inland lake on the North Island with a beautiful geyser-based tourist town on the south side of the lake. Checked into a local resort motel - everything on that side of the lake smells sulfuric from all the geysers.
Lake Rotorua is in the crater of a volcano (hence the sulfuric geysers everywhere). As you probably know, Trout were unknown to this country before the European settlers brought them here. Trout have done very well in New Zealand as a super-predator. Lake Rotorua is lousy with rainbows and brown trout. Ten pound browns are common here, and everyone who fishes here locally catches one sooner or later, sometimes from shore.
Guide Ernest Skudder picked me at 7 in the morning and minutes later we were launching into the lake. Throughout the day we trolled (or harled, as they call it here) two flies on sinking lines on different parts of the lake. We caught a fish or two every hour, all rainbow trout ranging from 1-4 lbs. In the States I would say "ranging between 15-23 inches" but they never talk about fish in length here, its always pounds even though they are on the metric system. Ernie said fishing was slow, but at the end of 8 hours we had caught about a dozen and kept eight of them.
|Um, yeah, we're keeping this one|
|I'm a real tourist now|
I kept two of these fish for myself, and Ernie gave the rest to some family and friends. I shook Ernie's hand, thanked him for a great day, and took my two fish over to the local Amazing Thai restaurant. I offered one to the chef as a gift and they cooked up the other one for me in a Panang Curry. He ended up lookin' (and tastin') pretty good I think.
|Panang Curry Trout|
On that second day by myself, I only caught one small fish and lost one good one. I wished I had brought my little Trail Boat. Next time!
If you're a serious fly fisherman you may have imagined tromping through high mountain valleys in search of elusive ten pound browns in remote trout streams. From what I understand, that kind of fishing is at the south end of the South Island of New Zealand, and I was nowhere near there. However, getting to New Zealand was easier than I thought it would be, and I can tell this is someplace I'll be coming back to, maybe next year.
If I decide to visit Lake Rotorua, well, it has an "international airport" right next to the lake. Ernie says you that on Tuesdays and Saturdays you can take a 737 from Sydney directly to Lake Rotorua, and if you arrange it with him, he'll pick you up on shore, right next to the airport. How cool is that!