| In Hamilton N.Z., we live only a ¼ mile 
                            from the banks of New Zealand’s longest river 
                            – the Waikato. 
                            This river is approx 250km (150 miles) long, starting 
                            from alpine fed Lake Taupo (in the centre of the North 
                            Island) it flows out to the Tasman Sea, approx 60km 
                            (40 mls) downstream. Hamilton is also the home of 
                            John 
                            Welsford (himself no less!) and where 
                             
                            Charlie Whipple is building his 
                             
                            Sundowner - ‘Resolution’.  The Waikato river creates a large part of N.Z.’s 
                            power generation, with some 9 hydroelectric stations, 
                            two geothermal and one coal-fired power station situated 
                            along its length. The hydroelectric stations of course 
                            have man made reservoirs/lakes behind their earth 
                            or concrete dams. These are ideal for all types of 
                            watersport – the wider ones ideal for sailing. 
                            All these Lakes hold reasonable stocks of Trout (Rainbow 
                            and Brown) as well as Perch, Rudd, Grey Mullet, and 
                            our native trout - Kokopu. Not that any of them are 
                            that easy to catch! 
                             
                              |  | In Hamilton 
                                  N.Z., we live only a ¼ mile from the 
                                  banks of New Zealand’s longest river. |  In the last 2 ½ years I have taken my 11’6” 
                            Welsford designed ‘TRUANT’ 
                            sailing dinghy TruantSea on a number of the 
                            flowing stretches of the Waikato River. At Easter, 
                            Gail & I threw the fishing rods, lifejackets, 
                            and a picnic lunch into TruantSea and put 
                            the boat into the Waikato River at a central city 
                            launch ramp. Although the water level was low – 
                            it being before the winter rains boost levels, canoes 
                            and kayaks plied the waters, keeping to the banks 
                            out of the current. At various riverbank walks and 
                            reserves picnickers sat, watched and waved from shady 
                            spots - under trees turning colour with the season, 
                            as we chugged past. We motored against the current, heading upstream 
                            for about an hour. Houses crowd the riverbanks, peeking 
                            through trees and fences, but providing expensive 
                            and in some cases expansive river views. Manicured 
                            lawns and the Hamilton botanical gardens show man’s 
                            impact on nature – especially in urban areas. 
                            Even a few miles upstream farms are being sub-divided, 
                            giving way to ‘lifestyle’ blocks. Here 
                            the owners after spending months (or years) building 
                            a house, spend all their weekends mowing grass, building 
                            fences, tending a few sheep or goats, or take all 
                            their time away from work, to work - tending plants 
                            and trees. Some lifestyle! Have they not heard 
                            of boating? 
                             
                              | In the last 2 ½ 
                                years I have taken my 11’6” Welsford 
                                designed ‘TRUANT’ 
                                sailing dinghy TruantSea on a number 
                                of the flowing stretches of the Waikato River. | 
 |  A few Fizz boats and Jet-skis rushed by in both directions, 
                            some towing water-skiers, some creating a nasty short 
                            wake making TruantSea awkward to navigate 
                            and bounce around, in their wake (haha). Our little 
                            2 hp, Honda 4 stroke outboard, worked against the 
                            2-3 knot current. With judicious navigation – 
                            keeping to where the current seemed slower - we were 
                            able to make TruantSea move almost 5km (3 
                            mls) upstream in an hour. Between each bend, I cut 
                            diagonally across stream, to the opposite side trying 
                            to maintain maximum forward momentum. Well that’s 
                            my theory, anyhow. 
                             
                              |  | We pulled onto 
                                  a sandy bank, got the Thermos out of one of 
                                  the watertight hatches and munched away happily 
                                  on our sandwiches and biscuits. |  We pulled onto a sandy bank, got the Thermos out 
                            of one of the watertight hatches and munched away 
                            happily on our sandwiches and biscuits to the sound 
                            of birdsong from the trees and gurgling water under 
                            TruantSea’s beached transom. A few 
                            suburban lawnmowers droned softly in the background 
                            as we leisurely sipped our hot coffees, but they were 
                            not enough to spoil the atmosphere.  Ducks drifted by on the current, paused for a short 
                            while in the hope of some bread crusts, but when none 
                            were forthcoming, proceeded on their way downstream. 
                            Still the water flowed by.  I topped up the inbuilt petrol tank of the little 
                            Honda outboard and we carried on for another 20 minutes 
                            or so, again pulling into a smooth sandy area another 
                            mile or so upstream, for a spot of fishing. After 
                            a short while, I saw grey shapes in the shallows, 
                            swimming in groups of up to 8, very Trout-like in 
                            form. After casting a rapala lure a few times, right 
                            in front of their noses and them not evening showing 
                            the slightest interest, or rushing off in fright, 
                            I took them to be Grey Mullet – which are apparently 
                            not a predatory feeder. Hopes were dashed, but we 
                            resolutely continued casting without being too despondent. 
                             
                              | I topped up the 
                                inbuilt petrol tank and we carried on for another 
                                20 minutes or so, again pulling into a smooth 
                                sandy area for a spot of fishing. | 
 |  It was April (Autumn for us), the air neither cool 
                            nor warm, the day still and mild, and it was a long, 
                            holiday weekend – the last before winter. Who 
                            cared what we were doing? It wasn’t work! We 
                            continued changing lures and casting for a further 
                            30 minutes or so, before writing the fishing off as 
                            bad luck. The Thermos was drained and the muesli bars 
                            scoffed before I pushed TruantSea back out 
                            into the current and we headed back downstream.  The Honda was quickly and easily fired back into 
                            life with its usual ‘one-pull’. This baby 
                            4 stroke has been one fantastic little motor! It starts 
                            easily, runs smoothly, it’s easy to lift and 
                            carry and it’s so economical to run. I’m 
                            glad I went for the clutch model, which makes stopping 
                            on the water so easy. Queuing for a launch ramp to 
                            ‘pull out’ from, or stopping to change 
                            fishing lures, or landing those ‘big’ 
                            fish when trolling, would be so difficult if the motor 
                            had to be turned off and restarted all the time. 
                             
                              |  | I feel lucky 
                                  and honoured to have a boat (especially one 
                                  like my little Truant, that you’ve made 
                                  yourself). |  Anyway, we literally ‘raced’ downstream. 
                            Current assisted, we probably did over 6 knots downstream 
                            and were back at the launch ramp in about 40 minutes. 
                            Without fuss, TruantSea was back on the trailer, strapped 
                            down and we were home again less than 15 minutes after 
                            reaching the ramp.  For almost 2½ hours running, the motor only 
                            used about 2 litres (1/2 gal) of gas.  We’d had a pleasant Easter days boating on 
                            the Waikato, and had spent peanuts. To live in a country 
                            so accessible to the outdoors where access is basically 
                            free makes us count ourselves lucky.  I feel lucky and honoured to have a boat (especially 
                            one like my little Truant, that you’ve made 
                            yourself), and to live in a place where……’a 
                            River flows Through’ . Grahame HarrisHAMILTON, New Zealand
 
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