on the sandbank
The detox from work had started. Staring into the nothingness landscape of the Northern Cape, my mind flashed back to the office.
Did I remember to delegate all my responsibilities, did I have the reporting covered, I had an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach…
but just think of that cool ocean air, the sand between my toes, the waves gently rolling in…
and we answer
The inner-caveman starts to claw at the surface. You picture catching the salmon on your sushi plate; you order beer instead of your usual vino to accompany a dish; dirt, early mornings and late nights, burps and farts, braaivleis and vuilgrappe; pluk vir jou n wandelstaf (visstok) want hierdie lyf wil see toe.
This is a topic I am asked about quite often. Lure fishing and more importantly, success at it, takes fishing to a whole new level. I have managed to gain some experience and picked up some tips along the way and we have not looked back since.
