The frankolin (type of spurfowl) begin their morning chatter long before the sun has risen. You’re not ready to get out of bed though because the stories around last night’s campfire still linger in your mind and hold you in some distant land filled with wild beasts and tales of bravery.
Then you hear it. The mosquitos swarm back into the darkness of your tent after their midnight raid and you suddenly remember. I’m going fishing today. If you are a fly fisherman as I am you have checked your leaders, tippets and fly boxes the night before to ensure you can hit the water as early as possible
The first rays of the sun glint in the slow running surface of the river and there is not a breath of wind. Today is going to be a good day. Hippo’s grunt in nearby pools while you’re searching for rapids and deep channels.
Your fly breaks the surface of the water and before you can even blink it feels as though you have been hit by a freight train. The surface erupts as silver and teeth explode into the air and your adrenalin hits a peak even if you have done this a thousand times before. Nothing quite matches the ferocity of Africa’s tigerfish or striped water-dog as even the little ones, in the classic sense, “float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.”
If this is the type of action that floats your boat just keep in mind that Sabie Game Park is home to the mighty tigerfish and a day on the river is a simple question away.
“If our father had had his say, nobody who did not know how to catch a fish would be allowed to disgrace a fish by catching one.” – A river runs through it
By Kayde Ball