FLEACING MULLET

Mullet are suckers for a floating sand flea imitation. This is especially true along beaches where masses of sand fleas are writhing under every frond of decaying kelp.  This was not one of those beaches. On numerous occasions when action was slow, schools of mullet had me wishing that I had a few mullet flies [...]

BUCKETS OF BUCKETS

"Hot and wet, thees ees the best time for the black bass" - said in a strong Greek Cypriot accent. As I looked outside at a hot and rainy day full of excitement for the fly fishing we had planned for farm dam largemouth bass, these words from my uncle Arkis echoed in my head [...]

GUINEA PIG STAMPEDE

Lockdown - I'm tired of hearing it and avoid the subject these days. But during the lockdown, my fly tying station was my psychologist. Years ago my tying desk was in something close to a cellar, the living space was two floors up. My wonderful wife, Belle, wouldn't have any of this so she bought [...]

TAKE ME TO THE RIVER

On fly fishing on the Orange River... Were we going to get lost?  That was one of our main concerns leaving Cape Town. Our mode of transport was Warwick Leslie's Alu-Cab Hilux, the ultimate overland machine, we could have gone to Cairo in it. But we weren't, we were on our way to the Orange [...]

FISHING WITHOUT HONOUR

Written by Sean Christie. Illustrations by Conrad Botes. As featured in The Mission Issue 05.  Mrs Daniels’ English class, standard 7, set two: the one time in my life I plagiarised another writer. It was a creative writing assignment, the sort of thing I had relished and excelled at in my last year at junior [...]

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