I just got back from a fishing trip to Twizel for the long weekend.
It started off beautifully, the mist clearing to reveal a stunning high country day. As I looked at the water, roughly 5 metres from my car I could see a fish feeding right in the edge… I just had the feeling that today was going to be a cracker.
As quickly as I could I set up my rod, attached the reel, threaded up the line and tied on a pheasant tail nymph, I spooked the fish as you do and decided to head upstream for a look amongst the willows.
It was as I turned I saw the puddle of oil just behind the front wheel of my car, this was a seriously large
pool of oil and it was growing by the minute. An inspection revealed that the rock I hit on the way in had punctured the sump, as I was only about 10 minutes drive from home and within 5 minutes of the main highway I decided to drive back as far as I could before the oil light came on. At this point I should mention that I refuse to take a mobile phone fishing 
My luck it seemed had taken a turn for the better because not only did I make it to the main road but I got safely home without the dreaded oil light coming on, now a wee problem, it was a national holiday and pretty much every business in the country was closed but a phone call or two found a mechanic that could come and take a look at the sump.
I removed the sump and the mechanic welded it up and we re-fitted it and all was good… By now it was late afternoon and there was little time left for fishing but I set off for a look anyhow. What followed was a couple of hours of pretty empty effort with only one fish hooked and lost and nothing much else to get excited about.
I had been so looking forward to this trip as its getting very close to the end of the season and its heading quite quickly towards winter.
