Around this time last year Grant Visser and I did a fishing trip to Injisuthi. It was a day of leaden skies, rain, high water and difficult trout. Grant and I with Mark Pardey in tow this time went back there despite the unfavorable weather reports, a drive through rain, pea-soup mist and in places, slippery gravel roads. But, how wrong can predictions be at times – it was over cast and some mist hung over the high peaks, but there was no rain, the air temperature was comfortable, little or no wind and a stream in near perfect condition, give or take a few inches.
After a bite to eat and a welcome cup of coffee we tackled up as the feathery cap of mist lifted and a weak hazy sun did its best to brighten up the landscape, the majestic peaks revealing themselves occasionally.
The small wild rainbows rose energetically to our flies. My newly constructed Hopper was a favourite and other than changing to a Wolf Spider in an attempt to tempt a fish of nearly 14 inches that I’d pricked earlier, it was all I used all day.
The trout were small, on average 8 to 10 inches with a few around 12 and one as I said of, I’d guess, 14 inches which slipped the barbless hook from his lip after a short, strong fight for freedom. The many fish brought to the net, tested the metal of the Stephen Boshoff bamboo rod, named Didima after a similar Lilliputian Berg stream (https://callofthestream.wordpress.com/2013/08/26/a-rod-named-didima-2/). A delicate wand, accurate, and for the sceptics, with surprising backbone – deserving of nothing less than those pretty small streams, the so called thinner than the thin blue lines and stream born trout – quick, clear as the mountain air, with pockets, runs and plunge pools protected by a natural mountain wilderness. There is a symbiotic relationship between minimalist bamboo rods and perfect, natural mountain streams. It is in my blood.
We gave it best for the day just as the crack and spit of lightening and rumbling thunder over the mountains like meteorological indigestion and build up to some great event, convinced us that it was a sign to leave and to return home until our next visit to the Injisuthi – translated, “The Place of the Well Fed Dog”
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