Thankfully the weather on Saturday was rather more pleasant than on Friday. We were therefor up at 5am and headed for the Bushman’s River to do a little small stream fly fishing. Competition was in the air since my uncle was out from Australia and I had been dominated by him on the golf course.
Thankfully I got off to a good start and landed my first fish just a few casts in on a small elk hair caddis. Nigel struggled a little thanks to what he deemed to be “small fish and light tackle”. Apparently it was somewhat different to the tigerfishing of the previous week. In fact he struck so hard on his first wild brown that it sailed past us and landed on the bank behind us.
I tried my best to guide him and even allowed him all (well, most) of the pools. That said I did owe him some payback and managed to finish the three hour session having landed eight fish to his two. It was a fantastic morning on the river and he seemed to thoroughly enjoy it.
We then met Sharon on the restaurant deck and headed home via the Midlands Meander where we stopped for some Belgium chocolate and German sausages at Gunters for lunch. It was then a bit of a rush home in order to watch the Springboks take on the All Blacks (pity it wasn’t last weeks Australia game).