These fish were by no means leaping in the boat and we felt lucky to be pestering them at all with each one seemingly more precious than the last. I find that when the bite is slow I spend a long time admiring and reviving the fish before releasing it, observing the way the sunlight reflects off its flanks and generally absorbing the magic.
It was a slow day out the office but out the office we were which counts for plenty in the sanity stakes. It was mid winter in a country where winter is relative, the sun was shining and the water was casting silver reflections across its surface, we had gone fishing and hey we had caught a few. It was Africa and as we sipped cold beers to celebrate the day it almost felt smug to be as lucky as we were right then!
Bass Digest/August, 2014