I grew up on a family farm just downstream from the Camden Rivulet, in the north east of Tasmania. Brown trout, green and gold celtas and a small brown dog called Paddy were my daily companions. A pocket knife and an air rifle would join me on my early morning adventures.
Fly-fishing was something that I had dabbled in but never taken too seriously, until one summer’s evening I witnessed my first full-on caddis hatch on the St Patricks River. That changed things. In that brief fluttering moment came a whole world of unlimited possibilities.
Thirty years later I have an even stronger passion for fishing and conservation, and a desire to show Tasmania as I see it; beautiful, wild and offering some of the best dry fly-fishing in the world.
Thank you for visiting Camden. I look forward to sharing with you the best of design and workmanship that I can achieve, my love for fly-fishing and showing you this amazing place I call home.
There's a plateau that sits under Mount Barrow in the north east of Tasmania known as The Camden. Here you'll find a tiny mountain stream named the Camden Rivulet, not far from the headwaters of the fine St Patricks River itself.
The land is unusual; a weathered beauty of contradictions, dry and wet, green and brown. The water whispers quietly to you as it licks past the mossy boulders and under Myrtle trees. This… is my place! It's where I found fly-fishing, friendship and myself.
The Camden is home to some of the most pristine water in the world, to sparkling mountain trout, to serenity and most of all to really, really good fly-fishing.
People ask me what Camden is all about? And the answer is simple, that's it… simple!
That's what I strive for in my fishing, in my design, in my fly-tying, in fact all aspects of life. Simple works because it strips away anything that's not necessary. If it doesn't add anything, take it away!
This fly fishing journey has always been about simplicity. Catching a fish on a fly is simple right? Cast the fly in front of the fish and wham! (said with tongue firmly planted in cheek). So why do we—as anglers—go to so much effort to complicate the process?
We all start out with too much gear, too many accessories, too many flies—most of which were designed to fool fishermen, not fish. The very opposite has been true for me. I threw out any unnecessary dangling thingys, hung up the vests and thinned out the fly boxes; T-shirts instead of shirts, bags instead of vests, oars instead of engines.
A funny thing happened along the way—I became a better fisherman. I guess it’s been an evolution of sorts, so I’ve translated my fishing philosophy into a business. It’s really hard to beat a day in a drift boat, casting dries in shorts and T-shirts… it keeps things, well, simple. And that’s what it’s all about for me.
Thanks for visiting!