This is a copy of an email (part of) that we sent to friends back in the spring, simply sharing and hoping to pick up their spirits. With a few edits of the more personal text, it's a fun read... and a little touchy-feely at the end. If you don't like that kind of stuff, just look at the photos I guess! Toward the end I mention only one photo, obviously we added more to this blog post, the photo attached to the email was the last.
Further still, we got boxed out - we didn't want to go back down and the route ahead was of overhanging rock walls 10 feet straight up, tying in to 200 foot cliffs. There was no way to go up the creek. So, we had no choice but to double back a little and find out way up a cliff of matagouri - again, of 2" spikes. We managed to work our way through, in pain and agony of perpetual needles. After an hour we stopped in a pillow sized opening of grass and had lunch. As far as we could see up and downstream, the valley was covered in thick spiked/thorned bush and the creek impassable. We had to continue through the bush, those cursed needled weeds.
We persevered another hour and came to a ridge. We were either going to find a long ridge edge to walk along or find a sheer cliff. Thankfully, the ridge opened up for 40 yards straight up - but no further. We made our way up, expecting to have to turn around. As we arrived, we found a section of loose rock coming off the hillside. Higher we climbed yet - feeling weary. Wouldn't you know it. Right when we were sure we were going to be totally blocked, at the top of the loose rock, there was an old sign post from a farm track that just happened to end exactly at the top of the loose rock scree slope we had stumbled upon. We walked it for 5 minutes and the valley opened before us. A wide vista of a stunning range and the stream that we'd been walking - simply stunning. We were beat, but the views inspired us. We were going to hike out around the mountain we'd paralleled all day. But it was only mid afternoon and we both were far too intrigued to leave and had to inspect the creek - which had opened up to a meadow like spring creek.
So, we made our way down to find a stream perhaps 3 feet wide in spots, with grassy bank undercuts that went 2 to 4 feet in on either side. Fascinating. We walked for a spell. Then we started to spot trout again. We hooked a few and landed a couple nice rainbows. But it wasn't until another hour up that the creek went from 3 feet wide to 2 or less, completely obscured at times from the overhanging grass. And wouldn't you know it - the biggest rainbows - upwards of 29" - were lying in the grasses.
Amelia was generous with me. We sighted a 24" rainbow and I immediately hooked up. The fish peeled into my backing, zipping through the grass, disappearing 4 or 5 tight bends downstream. I jumped into the high banked trough of the creek and ran after it. After 5 minutes, I caught up to it and tried to net it. There was no room in the trough for my rod, I couldn't get near the fish with the net. It went under an undercut and there was no room for a rod to pull it out. I threw the rod high on the bank and rassled it by hand. Slowly, I encouraged the fish out of the undercut by hand, worrying about the 3 x as I went. Closer it came. AJ tossed me the net. The fish rolled and fought in the fast current. Closer. I raised my arm to slide the net under and the fish popped! Bugger! What do you do now? After the day we'd had, a fellow just had to have that fish. Talk about tough. Well, AJ was kind enough to not laugh too hard. And she was good enough to give up her turn so I could try again. And you know what? I did hook up again. This time it was a 22" rainbow and it did the exact same thing. And so did I. And so it too popped off. And again I said Bugger! And again, AJ let me work the next fish. And I hooked it up. And it did the exact same thing. And so did I. Except that third fish, that wonderful 23" male rainbow, I landed. And the photo that I saw when I went through our NZ 2009-10 photos, the one that inspired me to type this, is the only one that I attached. The rest of this you can envision in your own mind. You've caught enough of your own to know what a 23" rainbow in a small stream's all about. But the moment I enjoyed, the one that my wife photographed as we shared this incredible day together, was a moment I doubt I'll ever forget. We were so free to feel and experience life. We were so incredibly alive."
Cheers,
Dave & Amelia.