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
"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
I decided to make one more cast... I just dropped something that took off and bit through my hook snoot. By the way it took the bait I figured that it must have been a Spotty and although they don't have "teeth" to make a clear cut through the hook line it was badly chafed … Continue reading That sad sickening feeling
I try and fish at least once a week. It's not always possible though and with family and social commitments taking up most of my free time, fishing sometimes takes a back seat. Everyone knows the one with the diamond ring always has shotgun. But when the wife said she wanted to go to the … Continue reading EPIC!
I don't think you will believe me (but I'm going to tell you any way)! I'm struggling to grasp how it was even possible myself. It will sound like a tall tale, a big fish story, yet its true... The plan was simple. No shenanigans. Upon arrival in Witsand we would collect bait, set up our … Continue reading a fish named Lucky
Towards the end of November 2013 we had a trip planned to one of the best places on the planet, Witsand. The magical little town that sits at the mouth of the Breede river. It's not only that it's an awesome fishing destination, its the people, the fresh air, the whole aura the place has. … Continue reading Fishing in mud
Next to us surfaced the biggest Kob both of us had ever seen. Of course in magazines and on social media we have seen bigger, but never before have we had one on a rod and reel this close to us (the one I lost last year was bigger but he never came this close). … Continue reading Releasing the dream
Well I haven’t been to The Sands in months and my whole body is aching with withdrawal symptoms! Work, wife and other commitments are seriously messing with my love for the Breede… Anyhow, I was scrolling through some old photos and came across a couple that I haven’t shared with you guys, yet! It was a … Continue reading A day to remember
The last time I was in Melkbos I was on a date with a ballerina. She was blond and tight and super lekker and I almost spend half my salary to convince her that I was her soulmate. As it turned out I was her sole mate, because she walked right over me. Being a … Continue reading Melkbos Ballerina