I’ve never understood the obsession with fly fishing – fruitless hours flailing the water with a feathery thing on the end of a piece of flimsy nylon – but seeing the look of sheer exultation on my husband’s face when he landed a rainbow trout helped me grasp what a thrill it is to hook and land a fish.

Chris looked as though he had won Lotto. His smile was so wide it nearly met at the back of his head. It wasn’t a huge trout but it was his trout, one that had put up a spirited fight in its bid for freedom and caused the reel to ‘scream’.

Chris and our e-biking mates Libby and Dave, spotting fish in the Tekapo–Pukaki canal

Earlier in the day, Chris, his two fishing mates and I headed up the side of Lake Tekapo and bumped our way across paddocks to a boggy spot right at the top of the lake.

It was a chilly, silvery-grey, autumn day with rain on the horizon, and the fishing trio had high hopes of catching the big one. The total catch for the four-hour expedition was three, but this was enough to engender a kind of euphoria I had never witnessed before.

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