Gidday
First of all my credentials. I lived in Northern Tassie just short of three years and had the best time of my life there. Within an hour’s drive of
Launceston we could
camp on pristine rivers without a care in the World.
At the time I had a Toyota Bundara with coils at each end, and it turned out to be the best car in the high country conditions. The motor wouldn’t pull the topping off a rice pudding when towing our little 15 foot boat, but who cares.
Eventually we moved further afield are started to explore the high country just after winter (September on wards). I knew a bloke in Cressy who told me about a local spot at the Northern end of Lake Sorell. What a time we had there, fishing, and shooting Wallaby’s in the back country for a meal. In fact I could almost write a book about some of these characters I met up there.
Eventually we started to discover the area known as the 5,000 lakes west of the Great Lake. Given the nature of the country at that time of the year, it’s prone to fog and white out conditions.
On one such occasion I suggested to the missus that she walks in front of the car to find our track out. For the life of me I couldn’t understand what all the carry on was about, needless to say, I walked the cold whilst she drove.
I’ve no doubt there are 5,000 lakes up there, but the majority of them are ponds. What I didn’t expect however, was how many of them contained trout fingerlings.
Yes it was cold and often snowing, but I’ll never forget my experiences in Tassie and all the down to Earth people I met there.
I sometimes wonder why everyone go’s north without realising that Tassie is one of the most pristine areas in the World.
Regards
Kim