Leaving the Rotorua area to head down to Taupo.
We spent the night at a recommended large trout lake. I got up a first light to fish, but had no luck. Another guy showed up -- he also had no luck. A father and son showed up, but grabbed rifles and went into the bush. I did see a potoroo / bandicoot sort of creature -- not sure what it was though.
The drive to Taupo took a lot longer than it should have. As usual, the van was a terror to drive.
We got to Turangi at about lumch time. Turangi is an interesting small town -- an ex hydo scheme construction town kept alive by the fishing and skiing. We couldnt see any snow, but there were several people who were obviously skiing. More fishermen though -- the river was packed.
We found a camping ground and booked ourselves in. Then we connected with a guide and discussed our plan for the next days fishing. The plan was for the guide to show us where and how to fish -- not necessarialy to lead us to a fish.
After the preliminaries were over we went and bought up 'bombs' -- sinkers disguised as flies.
And finally we fished for an hour under the bridge, but with no luck.
The off to a restaurant for a steak dinner!
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