Waters & words

4822

Connections.

On the  four eight  line, like any others, you needed to ask the exchange for a connection. But within the party line there was a whole lot of connection.  Like hearing Mrs Ras talk in Afrikaans to her mother, who lived on the other side of the railway line at the Dargle station, or Mr Smith. Once someone said to the bloke on the other end that he would tell him all the details when he next saw him, because Mr Smith was listening-in on the party line, to which Mr Smith retorted loud and clear over the phone that he was not listening!

On Saturday we were out on Justin’s dam. It was dead calm, and the morning sun had warmed the air to the point were we were good in shirt sleeves.  That despite the ice remaining in the shade of the steps that cascade down through the veld to the crisp water’s edge.

still-1-2

We were battling for a connection. The odd fish rolled lazily every fifteen minutes or so, but you couldn’t call it a morning rise, and there was no hatch to match.    We were asking the exchange for a connection. We moved about a bit. We tried different depths.  Nothing.

Neither of us had had enough sleep the night before. We fished close to the bakkie, which stood,  door open on the knoll behind us with our tackle spilled about it.  We retreated to the base and ate a banana and made some coffee. Sleep was definitely an option.

After coffee I put on a #18 zebra midge under a black DDD and threw it out far into the mirror on my bigger rod. Then I sat in the veld and yawned.

midges (1 of 1)-2

As recently as the year 2000, you could call the exchange in Barkly East from the top of the pass, and the tannie would enquire as to the weather up there. 

phone booth

The old black handle crank phone with 4822 written in my Dad’s handwriting under the clear glass label holder , still sits on the farm. Dad is mastering Whatsapp now.  On Father’s day I showed him how to send a photo , and then we had tea and he reminisced about how they only had one tractor on the farm. It was an “International” with steel wheels, that had bolts at intervals on the tread, kind of like the studs in my smooth felt-soled wading boots.  For the rest they used wagons.  I grew up playing on those old wagons, and the International, under the trees where they lay abandoned behind the sheds.

old phoneox wagon

Dad’s phone buzzed.It was my brother sending him a whatsapp .  He said my brother wouldn’t know why he wasn’t replying and that he had better tell him he would message later after we had left. But I told Dad  that my brother knew that already since we were connected. Its kinda like a party line Mr Smith.

A Hen fish took the Zebra midge and the DDD disappeared. I struck. 

Graeme was fishing on the shale and in due course he picked up a fish on an egg pattern.  I joined him there and tried my own egg pattern. I got a lot more strikes than he did, but I wasn’t connecting much.  I offset the hook, as suggested by Gary Glen-Young the other day, but my hook-ups  didn’t improve much.

Graeme and I were standing shoulder to shoulder chatting and throwing long lines in the clear water. We were connecting. Just not to fish.

We debated the hook-up issue, and Greame suggested that the materials of the pattern were obscuring the gape a bit. I listened and  thought about that, and added that it was an old fashioned barbed hook. Despite having flattened the barb, the point was heavy, and it lacked the long fine point of a modern barbless hook.  Graeme was nodding.  He must have been listening (I don’t think he would deny that).  I pulled it in and had a look. It’s shank was an angular material , with clean rib lines running down the curve of the hook. It kinda reminded me of the moulded lines  of that old matt-black telephone.  I had better tie up some new ones with the material up on top, away from the gape, and on a fine-wire barbless hook.  But what will I do with all these old ones that look perfectly good?  Sometimes its hard to let go….to shake off the old and get the thumbs working, and even when you do, you keep the old stuff.  Some things stick in your psyche.

Like two shorts and two longs.  4822.

2 responses

  1. Bob

    Hau! looks like they’ve got phones in the public long drops in EG?

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    June 18, 2019 at 4:00 pm

    • It does look that way! That phone booth is gone now, but yes, it was full of sheep “bokdrols” !

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      June 18, 2019 at 4:54 pm

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