09/06/2026
At midnight on Monday, the Victorian trout season closed.
For most anglers, that date arrives with a familiar sense of finality. Rods are put away, waders are hung up to dry, and the stretches of river that have occupied our thoughts for months are suddenly left behind until spring.
Yet after three decades spent guiding on rivers, I've come to see it a little differently.
The river itself is not shutting down. In many ways, it is beginning its most important work.
Over the coming weeks, brown trout will move upstream towards the gravel beds where they will spawn. Fish that have spent the season scattered throughout the system will gather in places most anglers rarely see. The boats disappear. Footprints fade from the banks. For a few months, the river belongs entirely to itself again.
That has always struck me as important.
I've just published a new essay on Between Casts called - Following Water.
It's a reflection on rivers, travel, guiding, the completion of a long writing project, and the curious way a life can become measured not by things other than years.
In a few days we'll be heading across the American West before eventually finding our way back to the rivers of Montana, Idaho and Wyoming. I'll be sharing regular dispatches from the road over the coming weeks.
You can read the full article and future posts here:
https://gvflyfishing.com/blog/
Cheers,
Ant