The second group to join us in Lesotho for the yellowsfish season was a mixed bag of interesting and delightful people. Raimer is a lone wolf who took a break from roaming the open ocean and came up to fish with us for a full nine days. and Wills and his wife, Laura, came from
The sun had already tucked itself behind the hills and dusk was creeping in along with the cold. There was no sign of the guests arriving and the last light had now faded out completely. I was just about to head back and phone the boss when two headlights appeared in the
Over the last week the fishing in Lesotho was slow, with pressure of the summer drought is taking its toll on this world-class fishery. There is no need to sugar-coat it, conditions are very tough and without some serious changes in the weather, these conditions are unlikely to improve by the end of this season...
The most memorable fishing stories are often the ones where we have frightening encounters with Mother Nature and this story is just one of those. Well, it was one of those trips for Chris. He came up to Lesotho with his mates, Rob, Andrew, Gert, Peter and Jan in search of
Sometimes a fishing trip is just not long enough. I believe this was the case with Peter, James, Quintin, Jonathan, Andrew, Nic, Mike Wilson and Mike Blackbeard who came in for a weekend to the Makhangoa Community Camp. It was a trip of personal bests, ‘new species’ for some and
As fishermen we are always in the hands of Mother Nature, who can be a cruel mistress sometimes. Point and case being the ongoing drought that is crippling fisheries all over our country and when the elements are against us, there is only one thing left to do. Fish harder!
The weather was on its head as Jacques, Andre, Corne, Wynand, Johann and Tiaan came up for the last fully guided Yellow fish trip of the season. There was a bite in the morning air and a cold rain pushed hard against the basalt cliffs of the Bokong valley. The river rose nearly
It was an unusual trip for Ewan, Sandro, Roberto, Graham, Duncan and Mike. Firstly it was not their annual trip with Tourette Fishing in the swamps of Botswana, and secondly the long awaited rains had come just as they arrived and forcing nearly all the Yellows out of the system
It was a weekend bash for Mike and Lawrence who were joined by a second group comprising of Greg and his old man, also Mike, Paul and Mark. As usual our guests couldn’t wait to get on the gin clear water and rods were set up before you could say ‘yellowfish!’ Our first session on
After meeting Jaco, Hylton, Werner and Tim at the vehicle park, we drove in convoy back to our mountain fly fishing lodge, The Makhangoa Community Camp. Unfortunately the weather must have gotten word of the new arrivals and we proceeded to get a good old Lesotho downpour on arrival.
