I have been fishing the small streams of the Drakensberg for what seems like forever. I have clocked more than half a century and some serious miles here. But as far as the streams and the environment are concerned, it is no more than blink in time.
I still like to fish the waters I have fished more days than I can recall, water that I share a history with. Despite the time that has passed, even today, the same patterns repeat themselves almost every time I go fishing; although the sensations are now more and broader, marvelously more complex, even bewildering at times, and almost always related to other factors – the seasons, the rain, the wind, the sun and the mood of the trout.
Trout are forever associated in my mind with thankfulness, reminding me of beauty and a sense of possibility. The fish rise, the rings spread, they make a splashing crown of water with flashes of silver, gold and red – for a moment, everything stops.