I look forward each year to a hiking, camping and fishing expedition into foothills of the Drakensberg mountains to enjoy being close to nature, stalking wild trout and sharing the experience with a few likeminded friends. This year didn’t disappoint. We experienced rural Africa at its best; warm, friendly, poor only in a financial sense, and welcoming people that left you feeling humbled by the experience. We made connections with trout as well as hard fighting indigenous yellowfish and even endured a close and unpleasant encounter with a less than friendly puffadder. Fortunately for me and reasons known only to him, he decided against the final act despite being poised to strike. A frightening experience some two hours hike away from the nearest habitation and one that would have certainly put an immediate end to our trip and an emergency stay in ICU!
We covered a lot of water in two and a half days fishing – probably some 18 to 20km of scrambling, bundu bashing, boulder hopping, falling and swimming all in search of bright little rainbows and wily brown trout. It was a special time spent with good friends in a natural environment where we were the intruders, where the streams run crystal clear and cold below the towering mountain escarpment, a place where the air is clean and fresh and where ones soul is refreshed without even being conscious of it.
A happy Camper
Tackling up with a little help from our friends
The long walk in ……
Scrambling, climbing and bundu bashing all for trout
Another Rainbow does its best to run down stream
My new best friend – Sage CIRCA 8’9″ – 3 wt.
The rewards are worth the cuts, scrapes and bruises.
As shadows lengthen another long day comes to an end – weary, but contented
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