The Berg River is close to my heart. Yes, I fish in it, but there's more to it than that. I live about 100m from it in Paarl, so I walk my family and I use it and the area around it a lot. I walk the dog along its banks, I teach my children [...]
When I’m fishing at night or in dirty water and I pick a fly, I give it a little shake expectantly. When I hear nothing I feel disappointed and my confidence in the fly drops a tad. But if it rattles I hear Prince singing “Sexy MF Shakin’ that ass, shankin’ that ass”, which is [...]
A whenwe is a former British settler or expatriate who talks nostalgically about their former homes in colonial Africa, i.e.: "when we lived in..." (the origin of the term). In my case "When we were in Rhodesia...". But I’m Zimbabwean and do sometimes harp on about the fishing in Zimbabwe and would love to go back to some old haunts [...]
I was on my second hosted tigerfish fly fishing trip to the Okavango Delta armed not only with the usual clouser minnows but also with some new ideas incorporating rabbit zonker strips. Staying at the lodge was a well known South African guide with two clients from Europe. In the morning as we were heading [...]
When I first heard about the resurgence of fibreglass rods I imagined floppy, noodly fly rods like older rods that I started fly fishing with a while back. But not that far back that I ever experienced the old fibreglass rods. I was sceptical, then some of my fishing buddies bought Epic fibreglass rod kits, [...]
I remember the emotion of picking up a fly rod for the first time, pulling fly line off the reel and feeling the thickness and suppleness between my fingers. I was in awe and tried to figure how this foreign way of fishing worked as I knew nothing. After catching the first fish and feeling [...]
