Charlie Gall Story and the Comparadun

I was born at Campbell Town, Tasmania in 1949. When I was about eleven years old my father and mother moved to a property known as the Ram Paddock, just south of Nile. Dad was a farming contractor and worked around the area.  Our house was situated about fifty metres…

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Winter Bookings

Members are encouraged to utilize the shack at Koongara over the winter period. Where better can one sit on the porch and watch the native flora and deer in such a serene environment. The rate per member, or guest is half price. The booking process is still the same.

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Charles Peck – My “Highland Dun” Story

My “Highland Dun” pattern. This dun pattern evolved in the early nineteen sixties. I started fiddling with mayfly patterns while I was fishing the Western Lakes.  The traditional English patterns used, March Brown, Wickham’s Fancy and Hardy’s Favourite didn’t really work in crystal clear water when compared to the natural…

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Charles Peck – His Story

Written by: Charles Peck. I am the eldest of three sons. My father, having grown up on a farm, came to town post-depression. He established a market garden and acquired a milk round in West Launceston. My mother, eldest of four, was a qualified dressmaker. She also taught at Tech.…

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Peter Blakeley – His Ugly Fly

I was born in 1945 in Oswestry, Shropshire in the UK; not far from the Welsh Border. I started fishing when I was about ten years old. I taught myself with three or four friends from school. We used to fish the Morda Brook for Bullheads and occasionally would catch…

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Tony Ritchie – The Brown Dun Story

I was born in Queenstown on the West Coast in Tasmania. At the time Mum and Dad were school teachers at Gormanston. We moved to Zeehan and then to Fingal in the Fingal Valley. I grew up in Fingal but went to High School in Launceston when I was old…

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Barry Gough – Goughie’s Fly Story

Barry Gough- Goughie’s Fly Story I was born at Mathinna in 1930. My father was the trooper and, in those days, there were no fancy four-wheel drives for the policemen like they have these days. My Dad rode a retired racehorse. It was the start of the Great Depression. We…

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John Dekkers – his Zulu and Hatching Dun flies

From booting the Sherrin to catching footballs with heads and tails. I was born in Holland in Almelo in 1939 during World War Two. You could say I came into the world with a bang (laughing). Holland was occupied by the Germans and we were kept under curfew. We couldn’t…

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