Thankfully I woke up feeling somewhat better than I had when I fell asleep (dreaded sickness). I packed up my kit, got into the car and headed for Nick’s place. Two hours later and we were pulling into Giant’s Castle Nature Reserve. It was 6 degrees and the water in the Bushmans River looked chilly. …
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 …
With Monday being a public holiday Sharon and I made a last minute decision to head to Cobham for the long weekend. Why Cobham? Well I wanted to fish a river and Cobham was the only campsite with accommodation available so last minute. So on Saturday morning Sharon and I packed the final items into …
Since Nick was working on Sunday we decided to have a fish on Saturday morning. Rather than head to the berg we tried something new and headed down to Inanda dam to try and bash some bass. Nick picked me up at 7am which was a nice change from the normal 5am. In retrospect however …
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 …
The Sterkies trip had been put together in June/July and everyone had high expectations. I therefore donned my Superman shirt for day one just to prove to everyone that I meant business. Game on! We met at Nick’s place and spent the next hour trying to work out which cars should be taken. Apparently we …
Nothing like some Sterkies gold caught on the fly rod!