Being on leave I decided to go and give the harbour a quick flick with the old fly rod. When I got down there the wind was blowing good guns, but being as tough as I am, and due to the fact that I’d driven all the way down there, I decided to give it a bash anyway.
I fished the main channel for a while, before deciding to take shelter behind the big concrete block near Wilson’s Wharf. This meant fishing the smaller channel, where some of the private fishing charters launch from. There was another fly fisher nearby, who had also elected to fish this spot, so together we flogged the water.
The fishing was tough, and after an hour of so I got into a small Bartail Flathead. The other fly fisherman sadly hadn’t had any luck. At this point I decided that, seeing as I’d landed a fish, I could go home, head held high.