Nick and I headed for the Berg on Sunday to get in a last fishing trip before we both headed to opposite ends of South Africa for the Easter holidays. The venue was once again Granchester and the weather was once again ominous. That said things looked good when we arrived – there was a …
Sunday was once again taken up with some fly fishing in the Berg. Things got off to a sad start when we noticed another fisherman at our water. Apparently the NFFC booking line had been down for 2 days and so he had just decided to pitch up hoping nobody else had booked. Oh well, …
The weekend started with a 7km trail run for Sharon and I which was run in a slight drizzle. The trail run was at Giba Gorge and Sharon did far better than expected coming in as the 7th lady in that distance. The race was followed by an egg and bacon roll at Giba and …
On Sunday our 5am alarm was followed by the normal cries of “Why Warren, Why?” Thankfully we were soon on the road and had quickly filled up with the normal cup of Wild Bean coffee. We arrived at the Bushman’s River at around 7:30am and even though I’d been looking down at the river and …
Sunday was a day of fishing and Nick and I headed to Granchester at 5:30am. The Proteas loss soon became a distant memory as we pumped the tubes and kicked our way out onto the water. Having not fished the water before we both made our way to what we considered the good spots. I …
I was up at 4:30 on Saturday morning, packed the car, and then picked up Nick and Bruce on the way to Mavela. We stopped off for the mandatory cup of coffee, which I ended up only drinking half of, in fear of needing to wear a nappy under my waders. By 7am we were …
Although it had rained for most of Saturday, and was still overcast on Sunday morning, I decided I needed an outing; So Sharon and I picked up my mom and we headed for Tala Game Reserve. All was looking good until we were nearing the gate when, suddenly, the heavens opened up and the rain …
At 4am on Sunday I was up and ready for the epic Baha Boys deep sea fishing trip. Nick and I hooked up the Jet Ski and headed for Umdloti, stopped at a garage of course for a quick coffee and kak (you can’t go at sea). At 5:30am we pushed the ski into the …
On Sunday I got up at the usual 5am, packed my fishing kit, and met Shaun in the parking lot. We headed for Colmonell, stopping for the mandatory cup of coffee. By 7am we were on the water, and at around 8am I pulled out one of my better Rainbows; a hen fish weighing in …
I was up at 5am on Saturday and on my way to Mavela. This of course involved a stop off for some coffee on the way, but by 7am I was opening the gate (yes, I remembered the key this time). The journey had been an interesting one since I’ve clearly become a bit too …