On Saturday I was fishing my local spot. You know, minding my own business whilst sucking in some salty fresh and breathing out the stresses of 2020. It was a absolute stunning morning. About sixty meters in front of me was a working bank causing the clean water to foam up every now and again. … Continue reading Put it back!
I've been stung by wasps and honey bees, survived multiple paper cuts and even listened to a whole Kurt Darren album (on repeat) from the Cape to Port Beaufort. I've bumped my little toe on a door frame, stepped on Lego, fell out of a tree (more than once) and broke my collar bone. I've … Continue reading Numbing the pain
Line was screaming from my reel. I'm not talking about the standard screams of joy when your favourite rugby team scores a try, oh no! I'm talking of the blood chilling screams of a toddler dropping her sprinkle covered ice cream. The screams from my reel turn into moans and growns from me because line … Continue reading Ducky
"It was a hot summers night and the beach was burning, there was fog crawling over the sand..." You know mos, sometimes a song pops into your head and you end up humming it all the time. On this particular evening, it was "You took the words right out of my mouth" by Meatloaf. Very … Continue reading On a hot summers night