Big trout, fat trout wander amongst their tendrils. They find a smorgasbord of smelt, fine fat flounders and a banquet of bullies. They grow big and strong. Anglers in the estuary can stretch their eyes to the horizon where it lies just above the water. The river bank is a rich filling of sediment sandwiched between the two.
Old huts linger on the shore.
Each filled with the stories of duck hunters, whitebaiters and anglers. Stories about how they had become part of the food chain that began out there just under the sky. Anglers in the high lake can look across to the mountains. On a still day its waters reflect them so they capture the lake and half of the sky. Its a scene that fills calendars and art galleries, and a scene that captures anglers too.