Nutty Flyfishers in the dust
Exploring the frogwater in the dry early spring when winds are warm, and the river flows clear and thin.
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Exploring the frogwater in the dry early spring when winds are warm, and the river flows clear and thin.
Flyfishing the KZN highlands and Midlands in the last 10 days of March: a flyfishers journal through the years
A few hours on my local stream, complete with some catching, and duffing it.
The Morphew family, a shot down plane over Libya, and Trout in 2020
Exploring the writing of George La Branche and the concept of a flyfisher’s hausberg
At a time when so many South Africans are emigrating and the grounds that there is nothing left worth staying here for, it was refreshing to see at least our fishing, through the eyes of a foreign visitor this week. “Wow, Wow, Wow!” were the words that Bert Worms kept repeating, as we drove up the valley, and as we stopped to look out over the vista before us. It is a valley that I travel to most weeks, and it has become old hat to me. You can see Inhlosane mountain off to the south, and northwards is the
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