I’m not exactly known to be the chatty type, so I should have known what I was in for carrying my fly rods on the plane from Durban back home. The wheels were barely up when my neighbor in the emergency row tapped on my shoulder hinting for me to take my earphones out. “So, […]
I read a story once about some anglers in Kosi Bay not being able to get bites because the GT’s we’re locked on to wave pompano and nothing could quite immitate them. With a long enough shank this would be the way forward.