The chase for the Peacock Bass is never ending. With more and more people discovering fly fishing as the preferred way to target this hard fighting freshwater sportfish, fly patterns to specifically target this species are getting more and more elaborate and some are adding more accessories to the flies that are designed to catch the angler.
EAK (Empangan Air Kuning) is a popular spot for fly fishing in Malaysia, known for its pacu and toman fishing. It is the place where you can still catch the pacus with the conventional flies like Hopper, Nymph, Wooly buggers or even baitfish. So without wasting much time, we started with a quick nymph and hopper. Based on our past experience the first cast on the water would land us something but not today. The pond was perfectly still with no pacu rising action at all. However, the tomans were strangely abundant and active, with easily more than 5-6 pairs circling and cruising around. After no willing takers from the pacus in the middle of the pond, we decided to go to the side and try our luck. Just as we reached the bridge, we saw a pacu rise, we quickly casted and wait. With a few twitches, the Pacu took the fly and instantly dash into the structure. I tightened the drag and moved as far as I could from the structures, trying to prevent the fish from going in. After a few minutes of tug of war, I managed to land the first fish of the day. Then the whole pond quiet down again and it went back to the waiting game again. Not wanting to wait for too long, we decided to chum the Pacus with some bread. However the fish was not in feeding mood that day, only after around 20-30 minutes another rise from the middle of the pond, we jogged over there and casted our flies. Just as the fly sunk 1-2ft below the surface, I felt a great tug and that’s it, another hook up! Since I remembered there were no structures in the middle of the pond, I didn’t tighten the drag as much, and that became one of my fatal mistake. I underestimated the fish and it actually took off to the opposite bank towards the big sunken tree. By the time, I realised and tried to lock my drag, the fish had circled the tree trunk and broke off my fly. It showed how vicious these species can be. With no time to repent on my stupid mistake, I retied my fly and did the whole waiting game again, only this time my drag was locked. After another rise was within the sight, I casted and landed it. Then the same routine went on for awhile before we had to leave for work. Overall, it was a fruitful short trip though not as many as before. Fishing Report: March 2023 – 3 hours of fishing – 5 strikes and hookups – 3 landed
Picture this, you have been working non stop for the pass few weeks and finally managed to squeeze in just a couple of hours to fish. As you arrived at the fishing spot and just as you finished your preparation, it starting raining like there’s no tomorrow, totally ruining the day.
The sebarau is one of the more exciting fresh water gamefish to target on fly, especially on surface fly. The take of the sebarau on surface fly is always exciting, providing a sensory overload from the visual, auditory and kinesthetic sense. The best time to target them on surface is in the early mornings and late evenings, where they will be actively hunting on the surface for any unsuspecting prey such as grasshoppers, spiders or any unfortunate insects that get blown onto the water. The use of large noisy poppers in bright colours, decorated with flashy tinsels and enhanced with UV flash works best. In the early morning, we would cruise the banks of the waterway where there is thick vegetation and if there is a tree that has fallen into the water, that’s the best place to find them hunting actively. Once we have located a likely spot, we would shut down the boat engine and slowly drift into position, careful not to drift too close. The boat will be drifting parallel to the bank about 50 to 60 feet away. We would pick a target, usually a tree trunk partly submerged or a clump of vegetation and cast to it. Once the ripple has settled, the line is stripped in a short burst and rod tip is twitched to enhance the action and the commotion of the popper. The trick here is to “ pop”, stop and then “pop” again. This action allows the popper to remain in the strike zone longer while giving time for the sebarau to examine the fly. They usually take the fly when it starts moving. There are times when they will follow the fly close to the boat and take the fly before diving down into the deeper water. Sometimes, the sebarau will take the popper on the drop if it lands near them. It is important to hang on the line at the last cast so that your hand is always in contact with the line. Some people would just let go of the line and let it fly out, adding distance to the cast. While this is good if you are distance casting, but to catch fish, the hand needs to always be in contact with the line, ready to strip strike when the fish take the fly. Lifting the rod to strike like when doing conventional fishing will only pull the fly out from the fish’s mouth. In the late evenings, the sebarau will hunt in groups and it is this behavior that gives them the name River Wolves. They can be seen charging at helpless baitfish near the surface and it takes speed, accuracy and a cool head to cast to them. In this situation, once the popper lands, start popping fast and hard. A strike usually doesn’t take very long. ~More Gallery Click Here~
If you want fish, parabellum An exact same place but totally different experience in Royal Belum Nic Chew FFI CCI Royal Belum, famously known for their jam packed top water action Sebaraus and Tomans, is a place everyone would definitely visit for an intense adrenaline rushing experience in Malaysia. The same goes for us too! After skipping 2 years of Royal Belum trip due to the pandemic, we are finally back to the place where we were hoping to satisfy our top water action thrill. That was what we thought initially. However, reality is not always what it seem. It was totally different from what we had expected, there were almost no boiling and rises in the early morning and evening. To make it worse, loud noises actually scared the fish away (we can actually see the toman swimming away from our popper) so our hope of seeing some top water explosion went down the drain and we were left dumbfounded. It was completely different from all of our previous trips. We were quite disappointed but still changed to sinking line and used flies like clouser and baitfish even in the dawn and dusk throughout the whole trip. Some of our boat mates still continue with popper but the fish didn’t reciprocate. With sinking setup, we managed to catch ourselves quite a few fair sizes of sebarau. As for the tomans, they were so spooky that they only took big gliding and most importantly quiet fly. We only managed to come to that conclusion when the tomans refused to even look at big streamers and poppers when we casted in their strike zone but took the lure instantly when one when one of guys casted a pencil lure at the exact same spot. So we suspected they want something that is quiet and create lots of waves. With that in mind, we quickly searched for our fly box for all possible big gliding flies but unfortunately we only have a 3 inches mouse. We casted the mouse and got 1 strike very quickly but didn’t manage to hook it up. When we went back to the boat house, we found out that Dron actually tied a big gliding fly, his ‘Royal Belum Special’ to target the tomans. We asked the fly from Dron and used it on the next evening. Without a doubt, our suspicion was right, the RB special was taken immediately but very gently when the fly dropped into the water and glided a few feet. Then it turned into a series of tug of war between man and fish, one trying to prevent getting catch and another trying to make sure it didn’t go into the branches. With the first successful toman landed on fly during the trip, we told the rest of our boat mates and straightaway at night, few of us started to tie the RB special. I believe you know what happened next. The next day, the rest of the gang was landing one tomans after another using the RB Special and others changed to walk the dog and pencil lure. Thus the photos and the gallery All in all, this was really an eye opening trip for us. It actually taught us to be well prepared for any situation. So next time when you see us, we are most probably geared with flies for almost all condition and any species of fish. As one of the Latin phrase goes, “Si vis pacem, parabellum”, which means, if you want peace, then prepare for war. I’mma change it to this “If you want fish, para bellum.” ~More Gallery Click Here~
Tarpon on Fly with PFFS Brandon Ho FFI CCI After driving for about two and a half hours, I pulled up at the parking lot at the Kuala Kangsar R&R. Sunrise is another 2.5 hours away. Sitting in my car, I noticed a car pulled up next to mine. 3 guys stepped out and from their outfit, they must be fly anglers. I looked closer and the initials PFFS was cleared stamped across the back of the shirt. PFFS is the acronym for Perak Fly Fishing Syndicate, one of the more active fly-fishing clubs that I know of. Every week will be a fishing weekend. Come rain or shine, you can bet your last dollar that the club members are out there on the water with a fly rod in hand. Shortly after, Janice’s car pulled up along our car and Clevin, Darell and Nic walked out. I was meeting the PFFS boys for the first time and today Asrul, Aizat and Khairul were our guides on our quest for the Indo-Pacific tarpon or locally known as the Ikan Bulan. From Kuala Kangsar, it is another one-hour drive to our fishing destination. Our first mission was to fill our growling stomach with the aromatic and spicy nasi lemak from the famed Mayfly Nasi Lemak stall. Unfortunately, the stall was closed and we had to seek for alternative. We stopped at a random stall selling nasi lemak and the local “kueh” or cakes. We bought a variety of nasi lemak with different accompaniments such as beef, chicken, prawn, salted fish… It seemed that we had hit the jackpot with this stall. At only RM1 per pack, it was a steal, considering the side that came with it. Just as the sun was peeking over the horizon, we parked our cars and got down excitedly to set up our gear. From here, we will proceed on foot. The rain from the previous day made the trek difficult. The mud stuck to the bottom of our slippers like a remora fish sucking at the back of the ray. The further we walked, the heavier our slippers became. In this part of the world, slippers were the preferred footwear. It allowed you to inspect for the occasional leech that was waiting to feast on you. The open toed slippers also allowed your feet to dry quickly after wading through the marshy swamps. Well, when in Rome, it is best to follow what the Romans do. The occasional stop and photo session made the trek fun. We chatted like old friends and insights to the feeding behaviour was shared freely by the PFFS boys, a gesture of generosity and trust hard to come by in the modern fishing environment. We were fishing the canals along the river. The brackish water was the perfect habitat for the tarpon. In the early morning, we could see the rises that accentuated the calm surface, indicating that the tarpons were there. At every break in the bushes along the canals, one of us would walk towards the bank and cast our white #6 baitfish into the rises, hoping for a strike. The tarpons have hard bony mouths and the only way to get a secure hook-up is to strip strike. The hooks have to be extremely sharp. I was blind casting into the rises hoping for a take but it was futile. Every spot looked fishy and soon I was way behind the rest of the group. In one of the opening, the water was boiling. Without waiting for further invitation, I cast my white baitfish towards the opposite of the canal and waited for the fly to sink. Slowly I stripped the line in, pausing occasionally to let the fly sink. After the third strip, the line went tight and shot out of my hand. I certainly wasn’t expecting that and instinctively I stuck and started pulling line in. With a 16 lb tippet, I knew I could outgun the fish. In less than a minute, a gleaming slab of silver was pulled alongside the bank. My first ever Indo Pacific Tarpon! I rejoined the group and discovered that I was not the only one who struck the silver ingot. Both Asrul and Khairul managed to land one each in the deeper waters next to the palm trees. The water was calm and I was surprised it harboured large specimen there. Apparently, the fish were hiding deep in these waters. Roll cast the fly out and let it sink to the bottom before very slowly twitching and retrieving the line. Patience is key here. We walked further to try the other spots. We spread out and cast to all the likely spots. Rises could be seen everywhere but getting them to take the fly was next to impossible. In many spots, the fish seemed to be playing hide and seek with us. They were rising in front of our noses but as we cast, they just moved a little further, still rising continuously. With every subsequent cast, they just moved further until beyond out casting range. We were casting almost the entire fly line but to no avail. By mid-morning, the sun was getting too hot and we decided to take a break under some trees and enjoyed our pack Nasi Lemak. After the short break, we walked further until to come to an opening where we could get down to the bank to cast. I had walked stealthily to a bank to cast when Asrul mentioned that there was a large python in the area. Not wanting to end up as snack, Khairul and I backtracked to the path. From the higher position, we could see two trails in the grass leading to a thick bush by the canal. Judging from the width of the trial, it was almost two third of a foot wide. At another spot, there was a clearing that would allow a caster to cast. I was given the honour to cast first.…
Changing The Outcome Of A Bad Trip Bait Casting on a fly fishing trip Brandon Ho FFI CCI The quest for the dream fish can take a fly fisher to faraway places, braving the elements and sacrificing the comfort and safety of home. As a fly fisher and also a fly tyer, the success of a self-tied fly brings immeasurable satisfaction. FTN Asia Distribution has recently launched a new product: The Flipper Tail. This product, which resembles the tail of a minnow, is a suitable addition to any baitfish pattern to make the movement more attractive to the predatory fish. The idea of the product was first explored by Dron Lee many years ago and I have successful caught fish with it, from the ever present Mayan Cichlid to the Sebarau in the reservoirs and rivers. The Mayan Cichlid, is a native of Tropical America, brought in by the ornamental fish trade but somehow managed to escape into the wild. With a few Flipper Tail minnows in my fly box, I was eager to test this new material. I already knew it would work and I needed photo evidence as well as fine tuning the retrieve that will give the best action to this fly pattern. The first person that came to my mind was Than, an accomplished Bait Caster and now, a very competent fly caster in his own right. I texted him, requesting info about where I could do some live testing. “ I have a friend that knows where we can catch large Peacock Bass and he is willing to guide us.” These were the magic word and without further invitation, a trip was planned and flipper tails were tied. On Saturday evening, 6 of us got into our van and drove south. Our destination: Tampin, Melaka. After checking into the homestay, a very comfortable 2 storey house, we headed to meet up with Than’s friend, Keong. Over dinner, he related the stories of big Peacock Bass. Here, the size of the fish was not measured in cm, it was measured in kg! I would have dismissed these stories as tall tales until he took out his phone and showed us photo evidences. These PB are easily 60, 70 and even 80 cm long. Later, we were invited to the kitchen of the restaurant for a drink and further discussion. It started to feel like the mafia discussion that we see in the movies. The owner of the restaurant is an avid angler and he occasionally organizes fishing trip for his staff. He will even supply them with the fishing gear. For his passion in fishing, he started his very own fishing club, The World of Fishing. He proudly wears the club t-shirt to work. After a few drinks, he took out his phone and showed us even more photos of monster PB. He was amused to see us getting excited over a fish they rarely target. They prefer to go for the Giant Snakehead, Hoven’s barb better known locally as Sultan Fish or Jelawat, and other table fish. These larger than average size are there but it won’t be easy to catch them. But we were ready. I was armed with a Vision Merioula wt8 with matching Merisoula reel. I could cast into the wind and reached the distance where the fish would normally play. At 5.30 the next morning, we were waiting for Keong. Our plan was to grab a simple breakfast and then head to the fishing spot. Before sunrise, the van was parked by the side of the road and we gear up for the fishing adventure. It was a beautiful place. The morning mist was still covering the water surface and with the rising sun, it created a mysterious yet serene scenery. Splashes could be seen in the distance and in my mind, images of 60cm PB swimming in the tannin tainted water. We spread out along the bank, each of us looking for the perfect spot to cast. The upward slopping bank, the tall grass and occasional tress made fly casting a nightmare. We spent more time untangling the fly lines than actually stripping the line in the water. The place is a hotspot for local anglers. As the sun began warming the cold morning air, more and more anglers turned up. They were sporting spinning and BC gear. They had no problem casting far out into the water. We were simply handicapped by the environment. One by one, albeit reluctantly, we took out our BC sets. Finally, we were able to match the locals in terms of distance but we lacked the local knowledge. By 10am, we were ready to move to another spot. As a consolation, Otto had a brief encounter with a teenage toman. It was prematurely released. We didn’t see anyone landing any fish. After a quick drive, we arrived at another spot. Oil palm trees surrounded this body of water. Looking at the trees and tall grass, fly fishing was out of the question. Out came the BC and we casted in earnest. Changing lures, soft plastic and Flipper Tail minnow on weighted jig, we did everything we could to try to at least get some attention from the fish. Any fish. Size did not matter anymore. Keong, who was fishing on a top water popper, managed to land 3 decent sized PB but we had to contend with several strikes that did not connect. After losing a MegaBass lure, I decided to quit. This trip was getting expensive. After lunch, Keong decided to take us to his friend’s pond in the outskirt. It would increase our chances of catching fish. He and his friends were using frogs while we opted for the Soft Plastic and artificial frog lure. There were 4 ponds and they had just been recently cleared. We casted from pond to pond and Than was the first to land a medium sized snakehead. Clevin managed to entice the snakeheads to attack…
Where The Fish Has Great Taste The Pacu of Semenyih Brandon Ho FFI CCI It all started with a short text to Ben Foo, the renowned fly casting instructor on a Thursday afternoon. “Any recommendations for a fishing spot this Sunday?” “Could try Fish Valley but need to bring bread for berley.” “Ok” “It must be flavoured bun or cakes. Normal bread doesn’t work.” “Wow!!! The fish got taste!” On Sunday, Clevin, Nic, Janice and I walked into the Fish Valley Restaurant. It is a covered restaurant overseeing a large pond where some anglers were fishing. The dining area is large and the tables are placed a comfortable distance from each other, a welcome change from some of the restaurants in the city. The main showcase is two large aquariums showcasing some of the local fish species. I spotted Ben and Otto sitting at the far end of the restaurant, closest to the pond. You can tell the anglers and the non-anglers apart very easily. Even when talking to each other, their eyes never left the pond. After the customary greetings and handshakes, we chose a table next to the pond under a gazebo and had lunch. It was a simple meal but it was the simplicity that made the meal memorable. The food tasted just as I remembered it: good to the last bite! I was here many years ago, even before I picked up fly fishing. Under the gazebo with the fan blowing at full speed, we were slow to get up and set up our gear. Clevin took the van key from me and parked it under a tree next to our table. That’s thoughtful. Still, it was hard to get up but we were here for a mission. To catch the pacu! It was slightly after 3pm when the first bun was tossed into the water. With eagle eyes, we watched for the slightest movement in the water. The first few minutes passed without a single nibble on the bun. It floated gently in the translucent green water. Then, a few small movement, followed by a frenzy of fish attacking the bun. We all got excited but Ben coolly said it was just the small lampans. We didn’t travel here for the tiddlers. We wanted the brute that could bend out wt6 to breaking point and make our reels scream in agony. We kept throwing buns after buns into the pond. Occasionally, there would be a huge splash and the whole bun disappeared into the abyss. By the time the huge fish appeared, we had almost depleted our supply of bread. Clevin was sent to procure more bread from the nearby shops and he came back smilling with 5 loaves of bread. Ben looked at him, the smile disappeared from his face. “ This is only enough for one hour, max.” To catch these monster here, distance, accuracy and timing were vital. Once the fish zoomed in on the bread, one would have to read the splash to determine if it was the lampans or the pacus. The huge wake from the pacus would signal the time to cast. With the berley 40 to 50 feet away, you only had time to false cast 2 to 3 times to get the fly out to within a few inches from the commotion. Any further, the fly would be totally ignored. To make matter worst, there was a electric cable behind us and the front was obstructed by a wooden barrier to prevent the overzealous anger from falling into the pond. With Ben diligently throwing bread into the pond to keep the fish interested, I was instructed to wait for the precise moment to cast. “Cast now!!! To the middle bread!!!” It was more than 40 feet away! I picked up my rod, mindful of the wire about 10 feet away, cast into the frenzy. “Strip the line and little!” Ben coached. “Let the fly sink and leave it,” With the frenzy around the approximate location of my sinking fly, I knew it would be a matter of time before something swam away with it. The line went tight and I lifted the rod with my right hand while my left hand gripped the line tight. I eased the line, allowing the fish to take the loose line before allowing the drag to do the work. The drag whizzed as the line poured out, reminding me of the run of a bonefish, albeit a shorter run. With the fish slowing down, I slowly pumped and reeled to recover some line. The line took off again and then… the line went slack. The fish had thrown the hook. Despite losing the fish, the others kept fishing in earnest, catching lampan like there was no tomorrow. Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I saw Ben holding a bent rod. The others were rushing over to watch the commotion and Clevin took on the photographer’s job. After an intense but strong fight, the fish was netted and held for a photo session. After releasing the fish, he cast to another frenzy created by a pandan flavoured bun and connecting to a strong pulling fish. Like the gentleman that he was, he generously passed the rod to Janice. She fought the fish with confident and even after being bullied by the brute, she managed to land the fish. The commotion of the fight caused the pond to go quiet. We took a break under the tree with a cold drink. Otto and Nic were still casting under the hot sun. I wished I had their determination. Their hard work paid off, Nic hooked up to a monster that peeled the line out of his reel and well into his backing. It just wouldn’t stop. We enjoyed the show from the comfort of the shade. Just as sudden as the line took off, the line went slack. Another fish lost! I stood up confidently to avenge the humiliation Nic suffered. With…
Hidden paradise in the city Brandon Ho FFI CCI After a freak storm that created extensive damage to Taman Botani, Fly Fishing and Lure Casting Centre, was forced to close its door due to safety concerns. This is sad day for fly fishers as they have lost paradise that is so close to city. Though located less than an hour away from the city centre, this place offers great fly fishing opportunities for the hard fighting “Pacu”, better known as the fresh water GT with its blistering run and never say die attitude. There is no shame in losing this fish and landing one, especially on a #6 is a cause for celebration. Since its reopening on 16 August 2019, many fly fishers have revisited this Pacu infested pond. I have always wanted to revisit this place but it was only in January that I finally made the trip there with Nic, Clevin from FTC and Thian, a relatively new fly fisher who has not caught a Pacu on fly yet. This would be the day for him to receive the baptism of fire from the notorious Pacu. On the bright Sunday morning, we headed to Taman Botani and made our customary stop at one of the stalls opposite the Seksyen 6 wet market. Their “nasi dagang” is to die for and one plate of the steamed rice in coconut milk, generously smothered in thick tuna curry and accompanied with pickled cucumber, carrots and onions is enough to provide you with the sustenance for a full day of fishing. By the time we reached, it was already 9 am. The sun was already warming up the air and evaporating the morning mist. We were the first one there and the sight of rising fish was an invitation that was hard to resist. However, there was work to be done. We were there to shoot a product video on a new product. Hard as it was, we managed to photograph, video and even test the product without losing focus to the distracting ripples caused by the rising fish. Our first fly landed on the water and anticipation of a strong pull followed by a long blistering run filled our minds. With slow figure of eight strip, the fly was slowly retrieved and then cast out again. This happened again and again. Sweat was trickling down our faces. The morning sun had slowly but surely increased in intensity, draining us of our energy and also optimism of landing a fish. I had already begun carelessly casting to the shallows, hoping to hook one of the earth eater that could be seen to inquisitively follow our slow moving fly. Seeking reprieve from the burning sun, I seek shelter in the gazebo facing the pond. Nik, the owner of FFLCC was there. He told me that the fishing yesterday was very different. Fish after fish were landed, regardless of the type of flies used. The fly fishers were too tired after the fishing marathon and decided to call it quits. Now, that’s very rare. Have you heard of a fly fisher who would leave a fishing frenzy? Later in the afternoon, we began to see other anglers landing fish and not to be one to lose out, we geared up and headed to the two wooden platforms to begin our assault on the fish. The fish were feeding on the surface and we changed to a hopper pattern, the same one that proved to be successful for the graylings and lenoks in Mongolia. Leaving the fly to float on the surface and with the occasional twitch to catch the attention of any passing fish, we mentally prepared for the inevitable battle with the mighty Pacu. It finally happened, with a splash, the light ocher yellow fly disappeared under the translucent green water and the line pulled tight, threatening to yank the fly rod out of my hands. The line whizzed through the snake guides, bending the rod. I watched the line in amazement, bringing back the memory of my very first Pacu caught in this very same spot. Then the line went limp, the rod straightened and my heart sank. The fish was gone… together with my confidence. Dejectedly, I reeled my line in only to discover that the leader had been cut off clean. Fishing for these brutes requires more than fishing skills. Luck plays a big role too. With the hook either in the mouth or on the lip can mean the difference between a landed fish and a sulking angler. After putting on a similar fly, I casted to a nearby ripple and the next moment was a blur of whizzing lines, bent rod and confused running about the wooden platform. The fish fought hard and long, even when it is near, it continued to stubbornly resist by swimming on its side, using the bulk of its body to prevent itself from being guided it to be landed. Several fail attempts later, the fish was gently lifted out of the water. The fly sat nicely at the corner of the mouth, away from the menacing teeth, used for crushing the hard fruits that is the typical food of the Pacu. I was not the only one landing fish. All of use landed multiple fish and losing even more. Later in the afternoon saw the fish becoming more active, giving us double and triple hook up. Thian got several good size fish that almost humiliated him but finally gave him a good profile picture. He had caught his first Pacu on fly. All in, the 4 of us landed a total of 12 fishes, losing even more and we were not even fishing seriously. It was more of a fun trip focused on having a great time. The fish here really do fight hard and I began to understand why the previous group opted to leave early. By 5.00pm I was ready to leave too. Other anglers had packed and waiting to go…
Take a kid fishing? Why not take a kid fly fishing? With the intention of promoting a healthy sport to the younger generation, the idea of a fly fishing camp was mooted and plans were being drafted out in the early September. The FTC team at that time has been actively conducting weekly fly casting lesson at the SS15 field and the respond has been very encouraging. Riding on the momentum, the next step would be to take the new casters fly fishing. To make this event a success, careful planning has to be undertaken; from choosing a suitable location, the type of equipment to use down to the food. FTC managed to get the help of Mr Dron Lee, the renowned fly tyer from Fly Tying Nation, (You can follow his blog for his realistic fishable flies.) and the FFI Casting Instructor, Mr Ben Foo. On the morning of 9 December, the YFFC participants arrived at the private pond in Semenyih. We could see Ben on a small boat casting to the peacock bass in the tranquil pond. After a short briefing, equipment was set up and flies were tied to the tippets. Ben gave us a briefing on the history of peacock bass in Malaysia and the tip on how to best catch them. Then it was off to fishing. The morning session was a bit slow and the fish sluggish as it had rained heavily the day before. But that did not stop the youths from fishing. They were casting non stop and Xuan Lih, on his first fishing trip, caught a respectable tilapia. A surprise catch as out intended quarry was the exotic peacock bass. This catch has converted the happy angler into a lifetime fly fisherman. The next highlight was night fishing. The pond owner had just recently introduced Pacu, another exotic South America fish into the pond. That night, it was a frenzy of pacu. Fish after fish were landed and some of the notable catches were a jelawat, belida and a ketutu. The night fishing is a fishing competition among the participants and the prizes were 2 fly boxes filled with premium flies tied by Mr Dron Lee. It was a great prize and all the participants were fishing hard. It was good fun filled with excitement. The biggest fish award goes to Chen Yong Qi, a fist time fisher with a Pacu of 38 cm. The smallest fish goes to Phyllis Yong with a ketutu of 9 cm. We believe in sharing through experience and during this camp, we share about the proper catch and release methods and conservation and preservation of our world. To allow for themselves to experience the beauty of our world would encourage them to care and protect it. YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XHVhXsh57QA ~More Gallery Click Here~