Trout Fishin' At Last
by Adam & Lara on 04/11/10
It took a lot to get my Jim-Saraceno-made fly rod to NZ. Mostly because I left it on the beach in Honolulu during our 9-hour layover on the way out here. But after I had a few self-loathing shit storms, I got a voicemail from a bar owner in Waikiki who found the rod (oh, and also my $300 backpacking tent) and mailed it to our hostel in Auckland. Only cost $128.
Anywho I had to throw a line in when we got to Turangi. After all, it's the self-proclaimed "trout fishing capital of the World." Not to be confused with "trout capital U.S.A." or "the best trout fishing in the World."
I didn't catch any trout though. But I saw plenty of them, and they were big. Unfortunately they were also smart, because they didn't even blink when I bounced a tungsten bead-head Pheasant Tail (trailed by a size-22 Prince Nymph) off their little upturned noses.
Why aren't you eating the fake food that I'm shoving in your face?
And this...
