the home beat right in front of the lodge.
Anticipation was served at breakfast, at least
that and some low grumbles about Oban and
smashed cars from my fellow traveling an-
glers. Felix and Kylie serve breakfast with the
most important food group of morning, cof-
fee, and got us out the door with our lunches
to catch the bus, I mean guide. But Dave and
I didn’t go far that day, just to the top of the
paddock where one of Felix’s humorous no
trespassing signs is posted.
The evening weather was still wringing its
way out and tossing some moisture our way.
A little breezy too, but we were in sync glass-
ing for fish. Dave got down low, nearly crawl-
ing on the rock bank, to take a look into a
pool. I held back, fishing a double nymph rig
with 22 feet of leader. With that much dental
Paul Moseley with a mature brown.
floss hanging out there, you have to have a
rod that will generate enough line speed to
cast a tight loop into the wind and hit the tar-
get that might only be 6 inches by 6 inches.
It was technical, tight, hard, blind casting and
I was all smiles. Dave called the strike before I
saw it and by then I had learned to set on his
command. Landing this monster in the clear
traveling angler
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