Fly Fishing (2009)  © Tim Cuff
 

The tiny tooth drew blood as I placed my index finger gently over it. With my guide’s hand clamping open the lower jaw of the glistening brown trout it had seemed harmless enough, but the teeth were like razors. My first time fly fishing and a fish had caught me.

It’d been a much more challenging and engaging pursuit than I’d ever imagined. An early morning start was followed by a lengthy drive into the wilderness, up into the beautiful back country of the Upper Wairau River valley. Not a fish to be seen in the shallow and fast-flowing waters – or so I’d thought. But then I didn’t reckon on Mike Kirkpatrick’s expertise and hawk-like eyes...