I live to sight fish to big Brown Trout with dry flies and I know of no more productive a location for doing this than the left had side of the Lewis Pass, from the mountains, over to the west coast. The dense Beech Tree forests are prime breeding grounds for cicada’s, which hatch every January. What this means for fly anglers is that the big Browns are programmed to be looking up for their food and are so eager and willing to eat dry flies between January and March.

The visuals of a fishing trip to New Zealand's Fiordland, found in the southwest corner of the South Island, are almost hard to believe. In all my travels around the world to fish, I don't think I've ever seen anything that, day after day, delivers on the most incredible fishing scenery I have ever seen. Every day it's a new and likley more beautiful location than the day before. And then there's the trout.

As we flew 300 feet above the tree line, a thick canopy of Beech Trees sprawled out beneath us for as far as the eye could see. The “wap wap wap” of the helicopter blades slicing through the air temporality silencing the chorus of the millions of Cicadas who inhabit this forest, where the males of the species vibrate their tymbals, a noise-producing organ on the side of their abdomen, in the hope of attracting females to mate.

After five days of rain on the north island I decided to fly south to visit my friend Chris Bell who guides out of the Christchurch area. Felt very fortunate that Chris had an open day and was able to guide us. Christchurch is a really nice town with a great vibe to it and with Chris available for a day, the prospect of a couple of rain free nights in Christchurch, or so I thought, was all I needed to jump on a plane south.