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The Mob are a social group of dedicated fly fishers who are passionate about fly fishing in the tropical north of Australia and equally as passionate about the close camaraderie this sport brings. This passion and dedication led to the creation of the NT Fly Fishers Social Mob blog site; an interactive and creative outlet where everyone can share our wonderful fly fishing adventures and link into the “after fishing” social events we enjoy in this incredible part of the world.

Friday, 24 July 2015


A Huntin’,Shootin’,Fishin’ trip to the East Coast (of the Top End) a couple of weeks ago resulted in a several land-based flyrodding sessions of some note.

Bagged a few buffs and scrub bulls for the chiller but it was definitely the fishing that was a stand-out.

The venue was a small rocky headland protruding from the mangroves near the top of the tidal stretch of one of the Gulf rivers.
As the tide rose, schools of ravenous queenfish arrived and produced the kind of action one can only dream about. We visited this spot 3 times over 4 days, and managed between 35 and 50 skinnies each time, apologies for losing count!

The fish repeatedly attacked the fly like packs of ravenous wolves and as expected were immediately airborne on hook-up. Spectacular stuff!
Average size queenies around 80cm were in plague proportions.
Whenever an 'average' fish was hooked, there were always a few leviathans in attendance down deep, however it was very difficult to get a fly down to them without hooking a lesser fish. Busted the Lefty’s Loop on the 40lb co-polymer tippet twice by strip-striking the bigger ones as they took off. Their speed and power at hook-up rather caught me by surprise!  Eventually managed to stay attached to one for a tough fight, well over 50m of backing out twice as he made big powerful runs downstream, but stayed out of the rocks and mangroves thankfully. The end result? A 'personal best' for the fly at 104cm fork-length. 
Only 12cm less than Starlo’s record fish, so pretty happy with that!
Best queenie on fly at 104cm.
Also managed another couple of 'milestones' with the long wand on that weekend:
a PB Long Tom at around 1.2 metres....
Big gulf-river Long-Tom shredded the fly but stayed attached.
...and my first ever Queensland Groper on fly, luckily only a juvenile.  As it was, he went under a rock for a while and I had to wait for him to swim back out!
Uncommon flyrod capture- juvenile Groper! Aren't they gorgeous?!

Tony & Rebecca

105lb Moto Guide Electric For Sale

This 105 lb thrust 36 volt electric was mounted on my Hewes Redfisher until I replaced it with there new $3000.00 model.
It is a tiller steer can be mounted on the front or back ,has an extended handle and is extremely powerful.
For sale $600 you will need 3 batteries.

Phone: 08 8945 6658 or 0412 481 592

Tuesday, 21 July 2015


Dave and Andy have just returned from Kiribati where they had a ball....here is a selection of some of the shots they took, there are heaps more, plus Dave is putting together a video...so more to come later...Trevor Martin and Mario (The Fonz) Demaio were up there too...and there are some of Trevor's shots here as well....


 As Andy put it, "...such a wonderful week, epic fly fishing. I picked up 13 new species for me on fly taking my total to 103, super happy."

Gotta hate that 'dirty' water!

The planning stage

The 'party' stage?

Looks like it wasn't all smooth sailing??
From Trevor...

I think I have improved my skills. Others might say when the sun disappears behind a cloud on Christmas Island you can hear Trevor Martin swear and curse at what he calls the Zebra effect, polaroiding ceases due to low/no light. You seem to stand on the flat to long waiting for the sun to reappear. Well this trip I had more time on the flats and a great rotation of tides, returning to the same flat but different conditions each time. "Go like Hell" became my favorite. Rain we did retire but LOW light and NO WIND became my favorite. WHY? Well I could not wait for the Sun because it was not going to show, to much cloud and a front heading our way by the arvo. SO! We had to deal with the cards we are dealt. The still conditions, you could hear them all over the lagoon tailing and smashing bait and Trevs, black tips ripping the shallows. Tailors were not always easy they needed to be in casting distance and 100% busy because they could feel and hear you in the becalmed conditions. Sighting them before they sighted you was always a heart pumper, most hook ups were at a rod length, hand to hand combat of a real close encounter. This did shock me on occasion more than normal too, when what I thought was a small bone, after the hook was boofed and set, line stinging through the air and stretched hard onto the reel would continue to smash my knuckles with the duel handles until I got the run under control. Half of these brutes straightened the hooks from a standing start, never will I know the size of these missiles, but later I relaxed my strip strike and landed some lovely wide backed beauties. Any bonefish around the 7lb plus in real shallow water, is what I call an extremely exciting fight. PS. I never have liked PARIS Flat I really hated the crowded wall of death, so I would strip off and go swimming in the lagoon. This Trip we got it to our selves and I finally know why its always busy. Pound for pound these Paris Bones PULL hard, I mean real hard. I was so excited to catch another I back handed a cast over my left shoulder and firmly embedded the forgotten to debarb hook into my left ear. Thank You Melow for promptly operating on me with your forceps and firmly ripped it out of my body, luckily with no infection. I was promptly told by the guide to harden up.... he had seen worse and we were moving to another flat pronto. LOL. those BoneFish were well worth the experience anyway woot! woot!
Trevor Martin CXI July 2015