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Superstition, and flyfishing the Bushman’s. Strange things, never black and white.
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Superstition, and flyfishing the Bushman’s. Strange things, never black and white.
Things congruent with the Christmas break. Like not shopping.
Summertime signals: Cuckoos, unpredictable Browns, and honouring your Dad
The switch from stillwaters to streams, and the changing of the season explored across two consecutive days of fly fishing.
August with its hot winds, cool nights and smoke brushed skies. The month of burnt grass, cold water, paper dry skin and frayed tempers.