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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 […]
A RIPPLE OF EXCITEMENT Tired of flies falling around in your foam fly box? I definitely was (especially after losing plenty flies carrying cheap polystyrene boxes in my pocket) until I got handed the Ripplebox. Sceptic as always about new products and new concepts, like the silicone ‘ripple’ keeping flies in place in this new UK […]
“How can this be happening…” “And all this because people still eat weird shit” “How can one even begin to consider eating bats, civets, pangolins…Or monkeys!? Immoral meat, that’s what it should be called, immoral meat and it should be banned everywhere in the world” I gripped a thin, sharp but dusty edge with my […]
It was a camp Ray had never heard of, and both of us were worried about one massive, scary thing; humans. This wasn’t a typical fly fishing lodge like those catering to the Australian and American anglers headed to CXI. It was a guesthouse set up specifically to accommodate fisherman, snorkelers and birders wanting to […]
In my life river has always meant estuary. I’ve never been landlocked, so that definition never needed to change, until now. Rivers North and North-East have Crocodiles and leobarbus , rivers South have just leobarbus. In these parts people tend to keep their info close to their chests, so, truly on the outside, its Google […]
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 […]