A hot day, a breeze off the gums, and the lake margin under the trees dimpled with rises to something small and dark. This is the fishing the Tasmanian summer is built on.
What you see
Small dark or bronze beetles drifting on the film under the trees; sipping rises along a downwind shore; flying ants in a still evening
When
Warm days from December to April on the Tasmanian lakes; summer on the tableland and Blue Mountains waters
Tie on
A Red Tag in 12 to 14, a black foam beetle, or a small ant pattern, fished still on the film
There is a kind of summer day on a Tasmanian highland lake when nothing much is hatching from the water and the fish are rising anyway, steadily, along the shore the wind is blowing onto. Look at the surface under the trees and you will find it speckled with small bronze-green beetles, blown out of the gums and stuck on the film, kicking. This is a gum-beetle fall, and the Inland Fisheries Service writes about it the way other places write about their mayflies: huge falls on the Dee Lagoon, prolific falls from December to April on the highland lakes with browns and rainbows rising freely, good beetle falls along forested southern shores. A Tasmanian angler’s plain advice is that a Red Tag on a size 12 or 14 is the first choice of most anglers there unless the fish are obviously on something else.
It is not only Tasmania and not only gum beetles. On the Blue Mountains lakes and the tableland streams the guides fish brown beetles, Christmas beetles and pumpkin beetles through the warmer months, and ant patterns through the day when flying ants are about. The Snowy Mountains lakes fish well on beetles and cicadas in summer, and a still evening with a fall of winged ants on the water can bring up every fish in a bay. Terrestrials are the insects the water did not make, and in an Australian summer, with eucalypts to the waterline, there are more of them than of anything else.
The fishing is a small dark dry fly presented to a rising fish and left alone. Beetles do not skate, twitch or hatch. They fall, and they float, and the fish sip them. Match the size and the darkness, put the fly in the fish’s line, and do nothing.