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Addicted to fishing?
January 15, 2012 | 
Author When you find the time to fish on a “strictly-no-fishing” holiday, you might consider the possibility that you are now one of an elite group of people who are truly and utterly addicted to a sport that through no fault of your own can consume much of your time! Wives, girlfriends, family members and pets had to take a backseat as we had to feed this addiction with the hours, minutes and seconds it required from us! Although we were on two separate vacations, Willem and myself managed to catch various species ranging from rock cod, to barracuda to bream. We attached a few photos below for your enjoyment!
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Sons of Africa
I recently had the opportunity to hunt on a private game farm. These opportunities do not present themselves often and I grabbed it with both hands, leaving the office earlier than usual Friday afternoon. Saturday morning we stalked some Waterbuck to no prevail and I decided to target a “Cone head” (more commonly refered to as a Rooihartbees). With a succesful mornings hunting session behind us, I decided to wait at a watering hole for some warthogs. This of course is a time consuming exercise and the activity of the barbel in the shallows soon had me searching for the fishing rod at the back of my bakkie. Unfortunately a spoon is not the best lure to use when a lot of water grass is present and it was soon back to sitting…scouting…waiting, wishing I remembered my tackle box.
Hours passed before we spotted the elusive pig, my fishing problems suddenly something of the past. That night, with a Rooihartbees, a few impalas, a warthog and waterbuck in the freezer, a camp fire going and a castle lager in hand, I thanked God once again that we can call ourselves sons of Africa.
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