(Pomatomous saltatrix)
What an apt scientific name for this specie. Those of you who have been fortunate enough to hook into a decent size elf on an artificial lure will know exactly what I mean; “saltatrix”. They jump, twist and shake their head, trying to throw the lure, performing all sorts of aerial “tricks”
I remember clearly the feeling of the last day of a primary school term. You could hardly wait for the bell to announce the end of the school day. Your bags and fishing kit had been packed and repacked all week.
Our adventure had already started a couple of days prior to the actual trip. For us South Africans, visiting the Cape Town based Angolan consulate, it had been a terribly difficult and frustrating ordeal to apply for an Angolan VISA.
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