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Del Brown, a name synonymous with Permit fishing, is often credited as the man who originally cracked the Permit code. The secret to his success was his Merkin Crab. Del used strands of rug yarn, tied square to the hook shank, trimmed into the body with a very basic addition of feathers for pincers and […]
When it comes high winds and casting, many chaps get scared off. The first statement made by so many fly fishers when told I was out on a blustery day is: “In this wind? followed by a slightly incredulous look. Damn right in this wind. I’ve found that fishing in the wind provides several benefits […]
A few weeks before 2020 stuck its middle finger at us and the world turned to poo, I walked out onto a sand flat for the first time. It’s also very likely that no one has waved a fly rod out here before either. And it was teaming with fish. But this is not some […]
Richard White of Black Rock Productions was good enough to share this epic little showreel of a mission they recently did into Lesotho… “Scotty (@cartel_flyfishing) did some digging into rivers that should hold fish in them, then found the tributaries of those rivers which eventually led to the river we hiked into. Loaded with printed out […]
I met Daniel a month before I left the Seychelles. I had been living on Praslin for a couple of years and had caught my fair share of fish. Daniel had just moved out and was there to fish. We chatted briefly, shared a few notes and then I was off. We never got to […]
Long the dream of those who chase grunter, the fabled prawn is a phenomenon that occurs in South Africa’s estuaries and lagoons. Kevin Flanagan and mates were lucky enough to hit it just right… From Kevin: Beached Pigs The modern-day fly fishing weekend warrior, can’t afford to pick a weekend with bum tides and unfavourable […]
“Go scratch in the gullies. With bait” Was something along the lines of Pete’s chirp in reply to my moans about how slow, clear and cold the waters of the Southern Cape were. It was nearly the end of my northern hemisphere summer break and had just spent an afternoon plodding the edges of a […]