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A charming collection of fishing stories drawn from over 30 years of persistent pursuit of the elusive trout. Dave Witherow is an angler: an adventurous, risk-taking, articulate, passionate angler. Hes spent the best part of his life fishing the rivers of New Zealand. Hes also a story teller of rare talent. His storiesare beautifully and hilariously imbued with the camaraderie of men, of fellow anglers, seeking a world away from domesticity and daily cares; getting away from it all and finding their inner hunter-gatherers.Two-Pies, Kevin, Bubbles and others appear again and again, their characters and quirks masterfully portrayed - these are friends who for many years have fished some of the most remote areas of New Zealand. The author wore-out one small plane and built another in order to visit the more secluded river spots where one doesnt come across the 80 per cent of fishers, or the guides and the well-outfitted tourists disembarking a helicopter. His encounters and adventures are always highly entertaining, appealing and down-right hair-raising. Lyrical, erudite, ferociously astute, Witherow captures a New Zealand that few experience. Throughout, the penetrating, concise mind of the hunter, the grace of the fly-caster and the cool-headed approach to a river crossing are brilliantly balanced with the antics and utter joy of the author and his fishing mates. Open Season is the perfect book for the keen angler, the armchair traveller and the many tourists who venture to New Zealand just for the season.

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DAVE WITHEROW has spent the best part of his life fishing the rivers of New Zealand. Open Season is a collection of stories drawn from over thirty years of pursuing the elusive trout in some of the most splendid, pristine country in the world.

The stories are imbued with the camaraderie of men seeking world away from domesticity and daily cares, mostly in the trout paradise of the lower South Island the same country where the author wore out one small plane and built another so he could explore the most remote mountain streams, far beyond any road-end.

Dave Witherow writes about trout fishing like no other. Lyrical, erudite, ferociously astute, he captures a New Zealand that few experience. The concise mind of the hunter and the grace of the flycaster are brilliantly balanced with he antics and utter joy of the author and his fishing mates.

For Brian Turner Contents The best fishing is a larger-than-life experience - photo 1

For Brian Turner

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The best fishing is a larger-than-life experience. It lifts us out of our normal existences and places us in wild environments where every moment is informed by a heightened sense of alertness, energy and secret understanding. And the best books about fishing convey this experience and remind us of its magical intensity.

Dave Witherows account of some of his glorious, perilous, frustrating and hilarious days on some of the worlds great rivers is one of the finest in the genre. It is full of insight, sound sense, good humour, modesty, exaggeration, subtle information and adventure but beyond all these attributes it enters into a territory of incidents and encounters where we are reminded of moments of awareness that have had an almost mystical impact on our own lives and outlooks.

The first time I met Dave he stopped for a few seconds to say hullo then he looked past me and said, There has to be a fish in the eye of that ripple. He slipped down a bank quickly, made one short cast and landed a pretty, three-pound brownie.

It was an impressive display of skill, but if he thought he could get away with pulling a neat trick like that on first meeting an incompetent like myself he has been made to pay for it ever since, as I have consistently held him back to help me out of deep water, then I have often enough followed up these performances by managing to fluke a fish where it should never have been and causing him pain by breaking all the rules of orthodoxy.

Flying into remote territories with Dave, in one of his beautiful little aeroplanes, then landing on a stretch of river gravel or skimming inches over a barbed-wire fence into an unlikely paddock, has often made me aware that for decades he has been trying to scare off most of the characters in this book and leave him in perfect peace. But the fact of the matter is that we refuse to be intimidated, for we have come to realise that we have been appointed to haunt his life with all the dark and inexorable force of a ghastly destiny.

I have frequently asked myself how it is possible for all the fine people who have discovered themselves described and frequently derided in Daves regular column in Fish & Game to stick around year after year and put up with it all, and there are two simple answers.

The first is that we no longer sleep out in pup tents. We now have beds to lie in, hot showers, an electric stove, a log fire summer and winter, and excellent wines to sip in easy chairs. These comforts have softened and stretched our powers of toleration and endurance.

But the second answer is even more important. The sheer pleasure of Daves abilities and craftsmanship always save the day. His writing has the same relaxed, discursive and illuminating brilliance of his conversation. There are no limits to its horizons.

Kevin Ireland
August 2014

The Dingleburn Trout since the earliest days of fishing for sport have - photo 2

The Dingleburn.

Trout, since the earliest days of fishing for sport, have been weighed in pounds and ounces, and measured in feet and inches.

There are centuries of tradition in this, and poetry as well, and whatever the convenience of the metric system, it has no place in the evocative language of angling. We catch five-pounders, if we are lucky not two-point-two-seven-kilogrammers. That is the way it has always been, and I hope will always remain.

And for the same reasons, in the pages that follow, our heroes march and climb and explore the terrain in time-honoured miles, and never in kilometres.

For years I dreamed of the Thomas It was a faraway unvisited paradise - photo 3

For years I dreamed of the Thomas. It was a faraway, unvisited paradise, guarded by the mighty Haast. The deer were docile as heifers, tender as veal, innumerable. The trout were all leviathans, unimaginable east of the Divide. This is what Peter Harker said and Harker had been everywhere in the West, from Martins Bay to Karamea.

H arker was a hunter and an explorer of the Coasts last hidden places He was - photo 4

H arker was a hunter, and an explorer of the Coasts last hidden places. He was an angler of the old-fashioned school, a specialist, an exponent of the nickel spinner which he favoured as an all-round lure when roast venison grew monotonous and the diet needed a lift. Four-pound trout were ideal, he thought, not too big a decent pair of fillets and nothing gone to waste. The Thomas was a pain in the arse in that regard: too many bloody ten-pounders.

I organised several missions, spanning several seasons, but there were too many good rivers on the way, and we never got near the Thomas. On the first effort, after weeks of planning, we stopped for a beer in Wanaka, where Two-Pies heard a rumour that a green beetle hatch in the Hunter had addled the rainbows brains. There was no talking the boys out of that one, and off we raced to the head of the lake, only to find a dust-storm in progress, the river filthy, and the beetles lying low.

The following year I tried again. Dougal had a bug, and there were just three of us this time Turner, myself, and Two-Pies. We got past Wanaka safely enough, and made it as far as the Makarora, only to be diverted by the lure of the Young, where, for once, the rumours were well founded. There were swags of big trout, and no other anglers. We had the river to ourselves for five glorious days. And so it went: too many competing attractions, and a crew too easily diverted. The Thomas seemed unattainable.

In the early autumn of 1978 we made another attempt. There was heavy weather in Southland, and Turner wanted to call it off, but I persuaded him the forecast was good, and anyway there hadnt been that much rain in the mountains. Dougal and Two-Pies were keen, but they both had to work that Friday, so it was nearly dark when we finally got on the road.

Two-Pies drove. It was his car: a new Datsun, packed solid, with a pallet of gear on the roof. We stopped for a leak at Roxburgh, where I manufactured a fat cigar and dug a bottle of wine out of the cases Two-Pies had stored in the boot; it was going to be a long trip and we might as well relax. When we got back in the car I lit the thing and passed it around but the others were being responsible.

The road climbs steeply above Roxburgh, away from the dam and into the naked mountains. The Datsun was warm and comfortable, filled with aromatic smoke. We had a heater and a tape deck, and the road ahead would surely, this time, lead us to the river of dreams. Turner, sitting in the front, accepted a swig of wine. A rare, illicit smile illuminated his face. He shuffled through the tapes and selected one and put it in the machine. And the car leapt forward, at Two-Pies urging, to the rhythm of Fleetwood Mac.

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