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.
Tag: Sundays River
A Sundays stroll
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.