Trout are Bastards

$35.00
Trout Are Bastards Misadventures, Hangovers, and Swearing in Tasmania�s Central Highlands by Kate Triebe If you�ve ever stood knee-deep in freezing water, line tangled around your boots, shouting at a rising trout while your mate laughs and spills his beer � this book is for you. Trout Are Bastards is an unapologetically funny, adults-only collection of true-to-life stories from Tasmania�s Central Highlands. It�s not a fishing guide. There are no techniques, no serene reflections, and absolutely no life lessons. What it is, is a brutally honest, laugh-out-loud account of what actually happens on fishing trips once the cameras are off and the beer comes out. Inside you�ll find: Trout that rise everywhere except where you cast Boat ramps that turn grown adults into public spectacles Shacks filled with smoke, cards, whisky, and terrible decisions DIY repairs that make things worse Night visits from Fisheries and police Burnt sausages, exploding thermoses, and raven-related food theft And the undeniable truth that trout are smug, clever, and deeply vindictive Set against the wild beauty of Tasmania�s Central Highlands � Great Lake, Dee Lagoon, Woods Lake, Lake Sorell, and beyond � these stories capture the chaos, mateship, and dark humour that keep anglers coming back, season after season, despite all evidence suggesting they shouldn�t. ?? Important Warning This book is written for adults only. It contains strong language, alcohol-fuelled misadventures, questionable behaviour, and zero political correctness. If you�re after peaceful fly-fishing philosophy, this is not your book. But if you want: Genuine belly laughs Relatable fishing disasters Stories that sound exactly like your own worst trips And a reminder not to take fishing (or yourself) too seriously Then Trout Are Bastards will feel like sitting around the shack fire with a drink, listening to the stories that only get told after dark. Because at the end of the day, it�s not about the fish. It�s about the stories. And there�s always one more cast.
Trout Are Bastards Misadventures, Hangovers, and Swearing in Tasmania�s Central Highlands by Kate Triebe If you�ve ever stood knee-deep in freezing water, line tangled around your boots, shouting at a rising trout while your mate laughs and spills his beer � this book is for you. Trout Are Bastards is an unapologetically funny, adults-only collection of true-to-life stories from Tasmania�s Central Highlands. It�s not a fishing guide. There are no techniques, no serene reflections, and absolutely no life lessons. What it is, is a brutally honest, laugh-out-loud account of what actually happens on fishing trips once the cameras are off and the beer comes out. Inside you�ll find: Trout that rise everywhere except where you cast Boat ramps that turn grown adults into public spectacles Shacks filled with smoke, cards, whisky, and terrible decisions DIY repairs that make things worse Night visits from Fisheries and police Burnt sausages, exploding thermoses, and raven-related food theft And the undeniable truth that trout are smug, clever, and deeply vindictive Set against the wild beauty of Tasmania�s Central Highlands � Great Lake, Dee Lagoon, Woods Lake, Lake Sorell, and beyond � these stories capture the chaos, mateship, and dark humour that keep anglers coming back, season after season, despite all evidence suggesting they shouldn�t. ?? Important Warning This book is written for adults only. It contains strong language, alcohol-fuelled misadventures, questionable behaviour, and zero political correctness. If you�re after peaceful fly-fishing philosophy, this is not your book. But if you want: Genuine belly laughs Relatable fishing disasters Stories that sound exactly like your own worst trips And a reminder not to take fishing (or yourself) too seriously Then Trout Are Bastards will feel like sitting around the shack fire with a drink, listening to the stories that only get told after dark. Because at the end of the day, it�s not about the fish. It�s about the stories. And there�s always one more cast.