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.
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.
Breede River early October can mean only one thing, the search for that ambush hunter, the one with the dead-give-away-head-shakes.
