Waking up with frost on your duvet cover (inside your tent) has a certain sense of adventure to it. It makes you wonder what it feels like to be camping halfway up Mount Everest. Last night's smell of fire is still on the scarf around my neck. It's still dark outside but I hear the kettles boiling for the flasks to be filled for the day on the boat. It's -4°C outside.
I've always seen myself as an adventurous person and perhaps that is what keeps me coming back for more. The pull-away when the weigh-master sends us off; the power-driving until we hit the plain, getting to our spot first, untying the rods and then making that very first cast for the early morning bite.
I didn't think the fishing would be great over the weekend with last week's cold front still trying to detangle a few tentacles from its strong hold. But my husband (positive as always) thought differently. It turns out he was right, yet again.
Our club competitions at Centurion Bass Masters consist of 3 sessions: 2 sessions on the Saturday with weigh-in at 12:00 and 17:00 usually, and then a Sunday-morning session. During the Saturday morning session I only managed to land one fish on the boat. Oom Andrè Nortje with his son and daughter joined us on one of the spots. Within minutes from their arrival, Rochelle caught her PB. You could hear the giggles and congratulations from a mile away when she brought it in. The excitement was contagious.
At 12:00 weigh-in the biggest bag was Callie’s 3.372 kg. For the second session I decided to rather use a little 4” Netbait Super Twitch (Gauteng Poison) on a sliding Texas. I used it mainly because I was tired of getting stuck on the jig that I used during the morning session. I got two fish at the first spot we stopped at. I was happy already but needed another fish to get limit. We moved to deeper water (30 feet) for our next stop.
Ladies take Charge
Mokolo Club Comp
Bass Digest/August, 2014