just a little bit further
The crunch of the dry sea sand under your feet is only drowned out by the sound of your heart pounding out of your chest. Small beads of sweat run down your cheeks and evaporate before reaching your collar.
I keep checking over my shoulder to see if Jay is still keeping up, I feel bad for pushing him this far, but it will be worth it if he hooks into that bus, surely then all will be forgiven?
The tackle we use for our artificial lure angling in the estuaries and rock and surf spinning.
So we got stuck into this whole artificial lure angling thing quite a while ago. I was glued to the TV each time the ESA team had a “dropshot” fishing session. I loved the idea of the challenge, outsmarting a fish to have a go at your lure; and of course, the ESA guys were catching loads of kingies and wave-garrick in KZN, seemed so easy, but little did we know that it is a bit more difficult the further South you went. Regardless, I was convinced that we were going to catch dozens of fish down in the Eastern and Southern Cape…
I have never been one for the most expensive tackle and have always enjoyed being a middle class fisherman. I would much rather say a few curse words over a broken reel than fall down on my knees in agony over a broken rod tip.
