The back deck of a mothership is a holy place… a field of dreams, a stadium of hope, a shrine to triumphs, a monument to failures..
The ice cold Inverroche 7 year old rum had barely hit the back of my throat when I heard “Buffalo!”… I turned to look to see an evil grin on Wayne Osborne’s face, his glass of Soapy Coke raised in his left hand in my direction…
Work life really caught up with me this year. I started two new ventures, and with consultants in the states and local office here it basically means im busy from 6am until 2am. As you can imagine by the time the weekend arrives my body just wants sleep. That changes next week. Next week I […]
My Milkfish nightmares started up this weekend again… and I started asking the question- can a Milkfish be caught in South African waters? Are they still thick enough to target? We all know that decades ago they were thick in our home waters, but overfishing has been unkind, and its been years since ive even […]