Rush of Blue getting out there
the beginning
The planets aligned… there was a buzz in the air… When you allowed your mind to drift for a second it was filled with excitement and anticipation, sand, sea and big fish. The Rush of Blue boys were finally able to get together again. A reunion had been on the cards for years, and what better destination than where the Namib Desert meets the Atlantic Ocean…
Continue reading “Reunion zero”Spotted Grunter flavour
You know how people say “things just clicked”, well it did and now I laugh at the simplicity of it all. I still get a bit queasy when I think about all the missed opportunities while “doing-it-wrong”. The possibilities of what might have been given this knowledge and experience at an earlier time, oy vey, endless.
or perhaps it is gr(rrr)inder r(rrrr)evving in Namibia
Turning into the St Nowhere campsite and “spa” concession had become a very familiar sight, yet it still got the tummy butterflies fluttering. The ocean on your doorstep, usually turbulent on this little stretch, with the rustic yet sufficient cottages welcoming you back in all their orangey-brown glory. It might not be 5 star, but you are sure to be in for some 5 star fun.
the hard way, by experience
As time waits for no one, the month of November drew ever closer. Big changes were happening in our lives, but one thing was sure to remain constant for now, digging your toes into the sand, the smell of the fresh ocean air, surrounded by desert on the one side, the ocean on the other, Namibia remains a place where your soul can breathe. Continue reading “Namibia fishing lessons learned”
what’s next?
Gone are the days when you could rock up at the beach, “okes” asking you…
What do you want to catch with that piece of lead and feathers? Fish eat bait, not plastic…
A couple of casts later you go tight and the confusion on the “okes” face is evident.
chasing kob in the cold
With pre-winter rains looming, you realise that the end of the lure fishing season is inevitable. Once the heavens open and the Breede River flows chocolate milk littered with peppermint crisp and some floating aero bubbles, it is too late.
This past Sunday the 15th of May I convinced my wife to come with me to Sundays River to go fishing. As per usual, everything was packed, checked and ready by Saturday afternoon to leave bright and early on Sunday. Day broke and we were off. It was like Ace Venture would have said a B-E-A-U-tiful morning, no wind or cloud cover; the red lava of the sun washing over the ocean.
and 5 minutes of mayhem
Having recently relocated to KZN, fishing has unfortunately had to take a backseat in my life while I get settled into my new location. However as with any fisherman, the fishing vein soon started pumping extra blood to the brain and that “I NEED TO GO FISHING” itch started to drive me a little crazy.
when the going gets tough
Stepping onto a beach you know like the back of your hand is similar to cracking a beer when lighting a braai fire, it just feels right.
It was low tide and the best time for the reconnaissance mission. We walked the beach we intend to fish, trying to identify any new formations. Around the first bend it was evident that a lot of sand had washed into the beach. Changing structures and human interference, even hundreds of kilometers away can have a significant impact on the currents and how the water naturally flows. I am sure the developments towards the PE side had caused the beach layout to change a bit over the past years.
gedurende Desember, want dis lekker
Die weer op Port St Francis was perfek vir hengel. ʼn Ligte briesie uit die see wat verseker het dat die water ʼn bietjie troebel was.
Die harders was volop en met elke opbou van ʼn brander kon ek die skole duidelik sien rond beweeg. Terwyl ek besig was om harders te vang vir lewendige aas het ek daai allerbekende spartel van water gesien wat die harders laat backflips doen om weg te kom van die roofvisse wat honger raak.
on the sandbank
The detox from work had started. Staring into the nothingness landscape of the Northern Cape, my mind flashed back to the office.
Did I remember to delegate all my responsibilities, did I have the reporting covered, I had an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach…
but just think of that cool ocean air, the sand between my toes, the waves gently rolling in…
light tackle version
Not even in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine that I would be able to go 12 months without a proper lure angling outing. Well… it happened and would you believe it, I survived to tell the tale.
7 November 2014 was the last fishing day we had in Namibia and I was throwing lures off the low tide banks towards Ugab fence. A bus pulled my 10 foot rod flat and made for the safety of Sandwich Harbour in Walvis Bay. In hot pursuit was a seal doing an Olympic butterfly final, myself in tow.
the Breede River
It had been a long winter in the Cape, maybe not in terms of driving rain and icy cold days, but for any artificial lure angler spring has taken its sweet time. For me, time seemed to stand still in the weeks leading up to the long weekend in September. I’d done my research on catching kob on artificials, stocked up on the relevant tackle, and was convinced that my brother and I would cane the fish when we eventually got to our favourite destination.
back to Lubanzi
A fishing trip to the Transkei never required a second invitation and one to Mbolompo point even less so. We got to know this stretch of coastline over the course of our last couple of visits, but this time there was a new discovery in store for us.
The usual crew, bar a sub or two were on the road before sunrise; passing through Queenstown just in time for coffee and few last supplies. We took turns sitting in front of the single cab bakkie, swapping positions as the ones on the back were nearing hypothermia.
a first for some
An adventure to the Transkei use to be a must for all fishermen.
It was a place of beauty, unspoilt, unfished and wild. Nature in control; time measured by the sun; if it is up its day, and if it is down it is night. Dates were lost into yesterdays, todays and tomorrows. You forgot about the rest of the world for two weeks. There use to be no cell phone signal and no help around if needed. You were at the mercy of the land and its people. You felt alive, free, blessed…
