THE ANNUAL BORDER BUDDIES FISHING TRIP
Good times, better friends, cold winter nights around a fire and awesome fishing, is the only way to describe the last time I was out on the water with the Border Buddies as we have started referring to our merry group of fly casters.
The annual trip to the Assegai River for the Border Fishing Buddies has become one of my highlights. As the time gets nearer the WhatsApp messages become more and more animated and every day the excitement grows.
This year like the last looked like it would be no different (ASSEGAI RIVER 2018-09-01), a cold front had rolled in the night before, to me this spelled bad news as smallscales can sometimes develop some serious lockjaw when the barometer readings start hopping all over the place.
Once at the river it did not take the guys long to get rigged up and they were shortly making their first casts. I had hardly set up my own kit when I heard that all to familiar sound an angler makes when he sets the hook on a fish, I grabbed my net and rushed down to find Dèhan fighting a fish.
In no time he had the fish close and I was able to net it quickly, a few snaps and it was sent of to call its mates. At that stage I thought that it could only get better, man was I wrong. We hopped from one pool to another with no luck, eventually at the furthermost point of the river Jarryd managed to land another fish.
We decided to turn back and fish some of the pools on our way back to the cabin. But the cold front had done its work and the yellows had sunk to deeper places to wait out the weather, after a couple of absolute last casts, we called it a day and made our way back to the cabin to get a fire going and supper prepped.
Needless to say, we had a blast around the fire until late that evening, but knowing that there were fish waiting and that they could prove a bit difficult we hopped into warm beds and fell asleep dreaming of fish and personal bests, well I did at least.
The next morning I was up early and while my mates were still rising I walked down to the river to see if I could get a fish on. Unfortunately the smallscales were not cooperating, so I walked back to the cabin to put the kettle on, the guys were up and ready to go by now, another quick cuppa and of we set. I had a spot in mind but at the last minute decided to go to another productive section of the river. The guys made their way to the water and flies sailed through the air in no time. We heard Jarryd mumbling something and by the time we could hear what he was saying, he informed us that he had already released his third fish.
Well the day only got better as the guys and myself started catching them nearly one after the other, eventually we had to call it quits after about 32 fish in three hours. We headed back to the lodge to pack and say our fare wells
And so our weekend came to an end, with smiles all round.
Until next time on the Assegai