Where to begin?
I got some tips from friend about this river.
”U have to go there. You will love it. It’s perfect. A lot of goodsized fish.”
The day before I visited the DOC ( Department of Conservation ) to get my gear/stuff cleaned, and they told me that the river was high AF ( as fuck ), and the day before the track close to the river was even closed because of the high flows.
Should I really go there?
I’ve waited 5 days to go there.
And I’ve already paid the tickets with the boat.
Well, I went there.
I paid 212 NZD to get there. ( apprx: 1300 sek )
If you gonna be tough, you gotta be dumb. Or something like that…
Talked to the skipper on the boat about the river, and he told me it might both high, and maybe still some people there aswell.
What am I doing?
Finally got of the boat and started to tramp the track which goes close to the river.
I knew where to set camp by my map-planning the day before.
Or well, almost the week before..
Didn’t took me long before I got close to see the river, abd it looked WONDERFUL!
Perfect size, and perfect depth, and the most important thing of all, it looked stable.
Not high at all.
This gonna be gooooood!
With curiosity and new strength my walk didn’t take more than about 2 hrs until I was at my destination.
Tent up, and time to get some food.
Yep, perfect. I’ve forgot my lighters.
This sucks big time.
Not that amused to eat cold food in 4 days.
Only one thing to do.
Walk 2 hrs back to see if I can find any more hikers who maybe have a lighter to spare.
After 45 minutes I meet a older couple and asks them if they have a lighter or some matches.
But no luck.
Keep on walking stupid boy..
10 minutes later I meet another couple, younger tho.
And YES, they have a lighter.
With a big thank you, and the biggest smile I feel that my luck has changed.
Ofc I had my fishing-gear with me, and my plan was to fish my way up when I, or if I should get my missing ”fire”.
About 8 minutes and 32 seconds after I found my first fish.
A nice big rainbow.
Just for fun, I tie a Beetle to the tippet and gives a few tries before the fish rises and I set the hook.
This day is just getting better!
The following days I have the best fishing ever.
I catch about 20 fish on three days, both browns and bows.
Not a single browntrout below 5 lbs, but a few bows around 3 lbs.
Biggest fish was a nice brownie, just while I was making breakfast the first morning.
A saw cruising in the shallow waters close where I sat making pancakes, and I ran to get my rod.
First cast, with a dry/nymph-setup the fish took the nymph.
Probably 8-8,5 lbs. Big head, old brute.
Too bad I didn’t get a pic of it.
Instead it will be a fun memory.
The 4th day, my plan was to get up early and fish a few hrs before tramping back to the boat.
Woke up about 2 in the night, heavy rain.
After 2 more hrs the tent was leaking in.
My luck apperently have changed.
6 in the morning I make the decision to get my stuff together and walk back.
Get down to the river to get my gasoline-ktichen bowls.
I don’t see them.
But instead I see a river, which probably have rose 60-80 cms.
High and milky. Sry, not milky. More like chocolate-milky…
My only hope is if I can cross a smaller tributary some km’s downstream.
So my jungle-walk starts.
After 2 hrs bushbashing in rain I arrives.
This ”stream” is also high, really high.
There is nowhere in hell I can cross it.
Still I try to cross a small sidestream of the stream, and uses my rod tube as a ”wading staff”.
Loses the grip of it, and I see it flows away with the current.
My eyes are big like plates, and I don’t really know what to do.
There’s three rods in that tube, with a worth of 2500 NZD. ( 15.000 sek )
5 second after I throws off my backpack and starts to jump/run like a f*cking cougar thru the bushes to see if I maybe can catch the tube a bit downstreams.
After 50 meters I find a good place in the sidestream if it should go this way.
It has to go this way.
But no tube appears.
The frustration, and thoughts running to my head.
My trip is ruined.
How stupid can I be? And unlucky…
I walk a few meters upstream, and in a small pocket of backwater I see the tube swirling around.
OMG! I’m probably the most fortunate dude in the world!
I almost start to cry.
I walk up to the backpack again and sits down and starts to make up some kind of plan.
Or atleast is thinking about doing it.
The clouds above my head is shingering and the sun shines.
Good, now maybe the river will drop.
But after 30 minutes, some darker clouds with rain appears.
It rains probably for 20-30 minutes, but I see that the waterlevel actually is dropping.
I just have to wait.
After 4 hrs the level has dropped about 6-7 cms, and now I have to take a chance if I’ll going to get to the boat before it leaves.
I missed ofc the first ride.
With fast hard water up to almost my chest, I still makes the crossing.
When I hit the other shore I’m almost can believe what I’ve done.
I feel like Bear Grills or what his name is.
Now the second part of the walk begins.
At some how my legs are crazy, I almost run.
My ”batteries” are some how loaded.
Adrenaline. Hell of a drug..
A normal walk down to the wharf in that terrain would probably take more than 2 hrs.
I did it in 50 minutes.
I guess I was so focused at the ”goal”.
The moment that I’m writing this, I feel like I have a lot more to write, but I’m just so happy to lay here in my bed, in my room, with wounds all of my body, but a happy smile to be clean again, and alive.
This was truly an adventure.
But I would do it over again, any day.
And I still have almost 5 weeks to go.
My little “Shelter” when the rain came.
Some of the fish.