New Zealand
throughout the last century with it's mainly unpolluted waterways, and water
management over the later decades, careful release programs, salvage programs
has had great success with it's acclimatized fish be it the Brown Trout, Rainbow
Trout, The Quinet Salmon, Sockeye Salmon, as well as other brook trout and char.
There would be hardly a waterway from the mountains to the sea which is not
inhabited by acclimatized fish throughout the entire country. This catchment
lake full of cold clear snow fed water, nestled in the Southern Alps and located
to the west of Christchurch on the main highway to the West Coast via the
Arthurs Pass is central to many other waterways (streams, lakes and tarns)
within the Nth. Canterbury Fish and Game Region (Western Zone). This lake over
the years has had many fluctuating cycles due to seasons ie. snow fall,
prolonged dry seasons, stocking and angling policy. It has been known in the
past for it's large numbers of smaller fish but today has returned to it's
former glory of less and larger fish. The easy road access to most of the
perimeter, comfortable traveling distance from the city of Christchurch, has
made it an encouraging learners lake, for all methods of trout fishing for a
family day out to enjoy the great outdoors of the mountain country. The large
amounts of hatch is great encouragement to the angler using the dry fly, nymph
and the streamer. Being a catchment lake the weed beds are reasonably stable
encouraging bottom feeding as well within reasonable casting distance.
Being raised
in the 1940's during WW-II in a small rural town of Woodville the center of a
rail junction in the southern Hawkes Bay is it any wonder one was initiated to
Trout Fishing as the sea was some distance in either direction and benzine was
on a short ration during the war. I cannot recall asking grand-dad as a young
boy would WHY? he went fishing or if he just told me, but I certainly recall
sitting on the banks of the Tiraumea River one evening at dusk while he was
putting the finishing touches of dressing to his fine silk line and fly and he
saying "Young fella" ------------ " You know it's the fishing one gets and if
you catch a needed fish that's a bonus !!" Seeing him release the fish without
damage and saying "He will be there for another day" made me wonder what it was
all about ! Ah it was not long before I realized his dad had his bonus days, he
had his, I have and so too has my boy and now the grand children are having
their turn. He would stand and watch that crystal clear water and listen for
that fish rise to the hatch that was taking place then he would present that
delicate little fly, and then would be the scream of the old "Hardie" reel with
the old fella off from pool to pool after his fish. The way he would go you
would have thought he was after the crown jewels, then only to let it go again.
With the tiny #16 -18 hooks never seem to harm the fish much. That's the
teaching of catch and release that's been passed on through our family. Guess
that's why we go fishing you never know the next episode until it happens, it's
the unexpected.
Today it is very different, and with the privilege of having
the finest and varied fishing right at my door or well within a maximum of 1
hour to any type of acclimatized fishing, the small stream, the big snow fed
rivers, 3 of the main quinet salmon run rivers), the mountain lakes and streams
all provide great recreation in the outdoors.
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Memories of the
little cottage built beside Lake Lyndon built in about 1906 from Oregon shingles
imported from Canada at that time, and sadly burnt by vandles after standing for
almost 80 years to the elements of the seasons. Unfortunately the terms of lease
were the building was not replaceable on site and anyway would it have still
held the same character. The water was taken from a mountain spring and piped
down to holding tank and the overflow was a good refrigerator, cooking was all
kerosine as was lighting and winter heating was a good old open fire
place.
In the mighty
snow feed rivers of the South Island are the trails for the quinet salmon on
their run from the Pacific Ocean to their spawning grounds many miles up the
bouldery waterways to the quiet tributarys where the reeds are made and the
young fingerling return from each year to start the cycle all over
again.
Fishermen and woman boys and girls from around the country and the
world line the mouths of these rivers annually from November to end of April
trying their luck for the delicasy of these fish. Many are captured at the
mouths and in the surf in these areas those escaping still have to avoid the
river fisherman as well on their journey to the mountains. The main runs are in
the months of December and February but a smaller numbers dwindle their way in
favourable water conditions.
The major rivers from the north, Waimakariri
River, Rakia River, Rangitata River, and the mighty hydro Waitaki River. There
other minor rivers along this east coast of the South Iland which offer just as
great a sport. Mornings usually start before daylight lunches packed with the
rumble of ATV's and 4 wheel drives making their way down the beach over the
boulders to the mouths which at times can be some distance from access areas.
Many the storys of the numbers and sizes of yester year over the box of
sandwichs and cuppa's. Like the salmon many of these fishermen make the annual
pilgramage to partake in their sport. Usually in the earlier part of the season
from October are runs of the sea run trout which offer great sport while waiting
the salmon. Most if not all these resorts have small settlements of cribs where
familys and the retired spend their summer holidays.
Each season sees new and
advance equipment from days past the bamboo rods and old open reels to today
with sofisicated graphite rods and spining drum reels.
Quinet Salmon
from
The Rangitata
River
from
The Rangitata
River