Oom Tolla Van Der Merwe het altyd oor seesiek gesê, aan die begin dink jy jy gaan dood, maar aan die einde, wens jy jy gaan dood. Glo my, dit kan nie beter beskryf word nie, net die blote gedagte aan die nare aktiwiteit laat my bêk suur trek. Een oomblik dink jy nog jys "fine" … Continue reading Seesiek
We have all heard the legendary stories of the “Rietbul” (Afrikaans name for a really big Kob). The epic, almost mysterious tales of the monster Breede River Kob is the stuff of legends. Stories of hundred pounders tickles the fancy and is told next to camp fires, braais and in small coastal town bars. Of … Continue reading The fight of my life!
I was lying flat on my back with my head resting on a sand pillow. I couldn't sleep, I was jittery as I kept an eye on the tip of my rod. My line in the water should have been taken out hours ago, but being mister optimistic, I was hoping for one more pull. The incredible view … Continue reading Struisbaai Night Trip
Julle ken mos die grap van Jan Van Der Merwe en sy vriend Koos wat gaan hengel het... Terwyl Jan besig is om aas aan te sit vra hy, "Koos het jy al gegooi?" Toe andwoord Koos, "Nee, ek soek nog die glase!" Dis mos 'n hengelaar op sy beste. 'n Visserman vang mos vis … Continue reading Karp vang op Elandsbaai
Early morning is the best time for KobThe early morning silence was broken with the high pitched screams of a Stradic 5000. It’s amazing how quickly you can forget about old rugby injuries and all of a sudden become a Olympic sprinter. I did the fifty meters towards my rod in no time at all, … Continue reading Catching Witsand Kob
Ek sê altyd eks bang vir niks, behalwe koringkrieke, honderdpote en perdebye! Die eerste twee is net grillerig. Flippen hel, Bear Grills vreet die ander dag 'n koringkriek op Ultimate Survival. Ek weet nie hoe hy die ding nog kon vashou nie, maar toe hy hom byt, spuit die stront so groen boog. Ook maar … Continue reading Perdeby
As fishermen we constantly have to deal with disappointment and heartbreak. We’re disappointed when we sometimes plan for weeks on a fishing trip and then after literally counting the seconds, the day before we have to leave, the weather turns on its head. Worst is however when the conditions is perfect, the wind is blowing … Continue reading Seize the moment
Ek onthou my eerste steenbras soos gister. Ek kon nie veel ouer as ses gewees het nie en ons het by Swartvlei onder die N2 brug gehengel. Dit was nog voor die opgraderings destyds en jy kon sommer net daar teen die pad stop, 'n paar prawns (eks jammer maar ekt nog nooit die … Continue reading Stoomtrein
If I think of catching elf my memory goes way back to when we lived in George. My dad used to target them at a place called “Skuins klip” between Victoria bay and “Leentjies klip”. We used to park in the Victoria bay parking area and then we walked on the railway line until we … Continue reading The Blue Shad
In April me and an old friend, Quintin decided to go down to Brandfontein and see if we can get a Steenbras. The weather was monitored from the Monday and the closer it got to the weekend the better the conditions seem to get for that Sunday. On the Saturday I had a braai with … Continue reading De Mond – That’s why!
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