When I was about 6, me and my dad were fishing close to the Kaaimans river mouth, on the Victoria bay side at a place called "die plat bankies". I couldn't cast a multiplier and dad used to reel in, change bait and cast for me. All I had to do was hold the very heavy … Continue reading Ballie and Betty’s
I can hardly type this morning. My fingers are bruised, scratched, stiff and full of pain. To pick up a page from the printer (that's about 10 meters away) took me almost five minutes. My back is aching, my shoulders sore and I can't step onto my left foot because a Breede branch punched a … Continue reading When all comes together on the Breede
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
The 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, by almost walking on the water. My … 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