As the snow fell it was a sure sign the Opening day tempest had once again arrived, our eco-anxieties grew as mother nature eroded our best-laid plans resembling the banks of the rivers we fished to fish.
Our minds rose northward into the terra scapes of the Southern Alps. It was here a Brit, Czech and Kiwi found solace in the gin-clear waters of the South Island. Inhibitions of a long winter washed away downstream, the soul once again founds its tonic in the springs of South Island.
IN ASSOCIATION WITH: MANIC TACKLE PROJECT, YAKIMA, SMITH OPTICS
