365 days of fishing

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" No need to run and hide, its a wonderful, wonderful life" Black

" A reel run does not equal a fish"

Words to live by. One of my part time habits is updating metaphors, i mean, "a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush" What on earth does that mean? Sure we know what it used to mean but when was the last time you had a bird in the hand, or left the concrete jungle to get two from the bush!

So there is my contribution to the English language.

Came home from a late, day of extra lessons. Frustrations of teaching some people who don't try and expect you to give all the answers, when you know  that spoonfeeding never actually helped anyone. Great afternoon, wind dying, whilst still southeasterly, gentling to a breeze. Fishing at the beach weather.

Came home to a present of an amazing Jacket, a Musto, a professional sailing jacket, from Leigh-Anne. Bless her cotton socks, she is one generous lady who would give you the shirt from her back, especially if your name is Kahn from parletones. Anyone in cape town who needs stationary or ink for printers should give her a call. Apart from having the best offices in the cape, above the Southern Right in Glencairn, her service is exemplary and you can trust her with your children. Her business is called The Assistant, and you can mail her on info@theassistant.co.za

New jacket, old bait, and off i went got the beach around high, along Strandfontein, just past the Cemetry Toilets, found some delicious ginger beer rolling in with the foamies. Baited up with pilchard and settled down to wait.  ZZZZZZZ, bloody seaweed. At high tide especially spring high all the seaweed that washed out yesterday washes in again and washes across your line causing great excitement and then great annoyance.

Brown water and all, one bait with a float one without, still no bites. Packed up at that spot around 6:30 just as getting dark and moved off to Sonwabe, where at least there were other fishermen.  The one guy fishing near me had already caught a 51 cm Steenbras which he released, good on him. So there were fish. By now the blood worm from the depth of my chest freezer had defrosted so i tied on a worm-pilchard combination, and after a couple of overwinds, shit, damn, bugger, managed two good casts and settled down to try some patience.

20 minutes later the Kingfisher, without the floatation goes zzzzrrzzz, wait wait, strike. Nope missed it. Wind some more worm on wait again. Then just as i am throwing away the old bait, it heads off again. This time a wonderful extended zzzzzrrzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, drop everything and run, grab the rod, give a good pull, bugger again. Nothing. Man my heart was thumping after that, i completely forgot about my cold wet pants where the water had crept down my waders when i discovered that the Musto is not quite waterproof. Wonderful feeling, the adrenaline that is not the wet pants!  Two reel runs in 10 minutes. Can learn several things from that. Both were on the rod without flotation,  so probably was a School of steenbras. Well quick sticks i took the flotation off the other rod, but by 8 pm nothing and time to go home. Fishless but at least i have a new metaphor.