A Summer’s Escapades Into The Mountain Kingdom Part 4 of 4 Words and photos courtesy of Rex Fey Taking the Scenic Route This year in mid-May I had a long weekend available and I had just met a rabidly enthusiastic fly fisherman who was fit and keen join me on a hike up into Lesotho to catch [...]
Getting back to work and routine last week was a serious shock to the system. I made several starts at finishing off my Lesotho posts but never even made a dent. So after a very well deserved (at least I think it was well deserved :) ) weekend, I’m here in front of the keyboard [...]
And so we woke early and were on the trail by 5:30am - early for trout in my opinion but the weather had gotten quite warm and we all left that the sluggish midday heat would put a dampener on both us and the fishing. We were heading down to fish the bigger water in [...]
After Ryan's stunning fish and our lunch with the chief, we headed off. The roads in Lesotho are engineering feats worthy of comment. The steep contours of the upper valleys make it difficult for goats to get from A to B, forget a 4x4. The roads climb high above the valleys and hug cliffs and [...]
I came to Lesotho to sight fish to browns. It was that simple. And although the fishing had already taken an almost secondary position to the magnitude of the experience of just being here, I was still fighting down that little gremlin of frustration that was building up deep down. So it was decided that [...]
Waking up on the escarpment is not something that is easily explained. The sun rises below you in the mists of the distant hills of Natal. The Ngeli lie far to south, barely discernable only after the sun gets higher. The light filters slowly up to you as it melts the grey mists to golden. [...]
So the destination today was the escarpment. We were up early and packed light. Ryan was told were leaving in 30min, we left in an hour. He was getting better :) The day promised to be hot; the sky spread blue to the distant horizons and the mountain's seemed alive. We're going there... somewhere... [...]
After the day of lessons, it was decided that it was time to head off the beaten track. While Ryan and I had be learning our lessons the day before, Rex had headed up to meet the chief of the village. Apart from paying the necessary respects, he took the opportunity to find out about [...]
If Ryan and I were waaaay excited about testing the waters on our first, Rex was beyond! I can only describe his early morning keenness to fish as 'savage'! I've always believed in keeping fairly gentlemanly hours when trout fishing but that morning I rather keen myself and was eager for a 6am start and [...]
Thanks to the Neon Charity Party the night before, I left Cape Town on Saturday with a hangover. Luckily it wasn't long before I picked up Ryan Weaver, abandoned with backpack beside one of the Cape's finest dry fly streams, the Smalblaar. The river was looking is great shade and a few fly fishers, dresse [...]