Sunday was once again taken up with some fly fishing in the Berg. Things got off to a sad start when we noticed another fisherman at our water. Apparently the NFFC booking line had been down for 2 days and so he had just decided to pitch up hoping nobody else had booked. Oh well, …
The weekend started with a 7km trail run for Sharon and I which was run in a slight drizzle. The trail run was at Giba Gorge and Sharon did far better than expected coming in as the 7th lady in that distance. The race was followed by an egg and bacon roll at Giba and …
With Monday being a public holiday Sharon and I made a last minute decision to head to Cobham for the long weekend. Why Cobham? Well I wanted to fish a river and Cobham was the only campsite with accommodation available so last minute. So on Saturday morning Sharon and I packed the final items into …
Since Nick was working on Sunday we decided to have a fish on Saturday morning. Rather than head to the berg we tried something new and headed down to Inanda dam to try and bash some bass. Nick picked me up at 7am which was a nice change from the normal 5am. In retrospect however …
Having left Pilanesberg at 9am my mom, Sharon and I pulled into Alpine Heath at around 2pm. Amazingly we met my dad and Cassia at reception. Clearly they were running somewhat late for the wedding and quickly rushed off to get changed. We were meanwhile given directions to the unit, climbed into the car and …
It was time for another weekend away, this time to further celebrate Sharon’s dad’s 60th. I picked Sharon up from the office and we headed straight for Chaka’s Rock on the old highway. It’s amazing to see how beautiful the old roads are when compared to the new highways. You pass through forests and drive …
My alarm went off at around 5am on Sunday. Thankfully I was time keeping and therefore only needed to beat the first runner to the finish. The marshals etc had to be there at around 4am and so I was smiling happily as I arrived at 5:30am. The time keeping went off without a hitch …
On Sunday our 5am alarm was followed by the normal cries of “Why Warren, Why?” Thankfully we were soon on the road and had quickly filled up with the normal cup of Wild Bean coffee. We arrived at the Bushman’s River at around 7:30am and even though I’d been looking down at the river and …
Sunday was a day of fishing and Nick and I headed to Granchester at 5:30am. The Proteas loss soon became a distant memory as we pumped the tubes and kicked our way out onto the water. Having not fished the water before we both made our way to what we considered the good spots. I …