But we saw one. And he tied on a muted bead head nymph. No weight. Strike indicator, pure NZ wool, white, the size of a pea. No gink or grease. One cast in the zone (not far, maybe 30 feet) and sure enough, it ate. We landed it. And thus, my first fish of the NZ tour was a legitimate 10-pounder. I apologize for the foggy photo, but it was raining cats and dogs… and frankly, I had a lot on my mind at the time.