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ASSEGAI RIVER 2019-06-08

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

TOP QUALITY SERVICE FROM TEMPLE FORK OUTFITTERS USA

Some time back I managed to snap the second section from the tip of one of my favourite rods, a Temple Fork Outfitters, Jim Teeny Fly Rod  9′ 6wt, 4pc rod.

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Even though I had a spare rod with me that day, it still wasn’t a good day, it felt like I came second regardless of the fact that I did manage to land a couple of Yellowfish.

Well when I arrived home the afternoon I unpacked and put the rod on my desk since it was too late to contact the South African distributor. The next morning I phoned up the distributor and was met with some disappointing news, apparently the rod was no longer in production and he also had no spares for the section that was broken, his suggestion was to replace it with a BVK or other TFO Model. Well I was disappointed to say the least, but eventually I did replace the rod with a BVK.

Don’t get me wrong I love my BVK Rods and I’m a staunch TFO Fly Rod advocate, but that Jim Teeny rod was just awesome on the water and it was my all-round, go everywhere with me, just in case rod. With its powerful lower section for fighting bigger fish yet sensitive tip and fast action I could cast out bulky flies for bass and tigers and still make those few extra meters on the river to get that fly in front of yellows holding in the current on the other side of the river, I had chalked up some very memorable catches on it, such as a 9Lb Tigerfish on the Komati River, a 17Lb carp and more yellowfish and largemouth bass than I could count.

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Well time went by and the BVK’s caught fish, I tried to source another TFO Teeny rod but to no avail, after some time I decided to take a chance and send TFO USA a mail in the hope that they just might have the rod section.  Within the space of a few hours after sending the mail, a very friendly customer agent by the name of Kimberly Penick responded to my email and the response was very positive. After some correspondence with a couple of pictures of the broken section and sorting out the postage details, I received a mail informing me that the rod section was in the mail.

As expected it took some time to arrive in South Africa all the way from the USA and anticipation grew as I followed the tracking status nearly on an hourly basis every day, but the day eventually came and I received the collection slip in my post box. I was as excited as kid before Christmas. I was in and out of the Post Office in record time with the package in hand I rushed home to open it, in less than half an hour I was on the lawn with the rod rigged up making one cast after another. Line sailed through the guides and the rod performed just like I remembered it. Man did I miss this rod’s action and feel.

Thanks so much to Kim and TFO USA for making the effort, to help me put this awesome rod together again. I really was impressed with your help and assistance and the fact that TFO keeps to their word regarding your guarantee. Its service like this that makes your rods even better.

Now just to get it on the water again and feel the bend in action.

EXPLORING THE NGWEMPISI RIVER

 

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The most fishable section of the Ngwempisi River lies on the road between Piet Retief and Amsterdam as it flows through some really beautiful surroundings winding its way through a gorge of steep cliffs known as Skurwe Rantjies to the locals and then it opens out into a series of kloofs as it flows towards Swaziland. Unfortunately its waters have been off limits to even local anglers, except a few privileged foresters of the local forestry company that owned the property that it flows through. Recently the ownership of this section of water switched hands and fortune smiled on me, as the new owner and myself have been friends for some time and finally after many years I obtained permission to fish the waters to my heart’s content.

It has been running full and quite turbid making fishing nearly impossible thus only increasing the anticipation to get to it, since fly fishing for Yellows in the Piet Retief area is mostly done in clear water during winter, with longer leaders as compared to some of the methods used for yellows across the country it has been virtually unfishable with it being swollen from the runoff.

Every time I crossed the river I would slow down and gaze down at its waters longingly, anticipating the days for it to clear out enough to get a line over its flow. Finally it looked like the waters had cleared up a little and I could not resist. I pulled over and walked down to the edge of the river. The visibility seemed okay even though it wasn’t optimal, following the river downstream I found more and more small fish flashing in the glides and small rapids, but no decent fish. It was getting dark and I needed to get out of the kloof before I couldn’t see, so I left planning to return a few days later but this time with rod and flies.

A couple of days later on my way home I was prepared, stopping under the bridge, I got my kit rigged up and made my way downstream. Even though the water hadn’t cleared up much from my last visit I stayed optimistic and started searching for the telltale flashes of activity. Directly under the bridge the vibrations of heavy vehicles crossing the bridge seemed to put the fish of, but the fish started showing themselves more and more, tying on a small #16 PTN to the bend of a #14 DDD I swung the flies out into the fast water. The first few runs didn’t even register a take at first but I kept at it.

The further I worked my way downstream the harder the going became, the river passes through the last of the gorge, even though it was difficult the beauty of the high cliffs and indigenous trees made it all the more worthwhile. As I came out of the gorge the river widens into a larger pool, hemmed in by stands of high reeds. I worked my way out onto a shallow section of the pool and after having to free my flies couple of times from the bushes, I finally managed to get a cast slightly upstream a small fish rose to the DDD but didn’t commit itself. Another attempt at a cast and I cussed and swore at myself for not bringing the spare spool with the Single Handed Spey line on, as that would have been perfect in these surroundings. The flies broke of to high to reach behind me and I then retied the tippet and changed tactics, this time I tied on a Dragon Bugger followed by a Cravens Jack Flash.

After a couple of tries I managed to lay another cast out and get the flies drifting down the current, as they passed a large rock directly in the current the end of the fly line hesitated for a brief moment and instinctively I lifted the rod, the hook bit and I kept pressure on for a short while to ensure the hook pulled deeper, then I gave its head as it turned downstream and made a good strong run. After working it out of the main current I managed to slip the net under it and a healthy Smallscale of about two pounds lay gleaming in the net. After quickly snapping a few pics I set it free again. I was quite chuffed with landing my first Ngwempisi Yellow.

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I then climbed out of the water and worked my way downstream to the tail of the pool, after finding a suitable spot to make a cast, I sent the flies upstream and let them sink, as the flies drifted back I would give them a twitch or two, the line jumped forward as the flies sunk and I set the hook, fish on! It wasn’t very big and didn’t put up much of a fight, I unhooked it and let it go to grow a bit bigger for my next visit.

Time was once again against me and against my will I had to call it a day before it was to dark to see. There wasn’t much time to fish as I worked my way upstream to the car but I did make a few casts in the more promising pools, even though I didn’t get anything more I was filled with a sense of hope for when the waters became clearer and the fishing would become better as winter came closer. After packing up I drove home looking forward to my next visit to the Ngwempisi River.

BANDED BANDITS

Often when out on the water the smaller species get overlooked for let’s say the more glamorous species such as Trout, Bass and Carp. Yet those little guys can really make the difference between a slow uneventful day, or just help to let time pass.

For the last couple of years from January to late February when going out for Carp and Bass in some of the local large impoundments such as Westoe and Jericho Dam I have started taking my 3wt with a floating line along, armed with a selection of tiny #12 poppers, that I originally tied up for Bluegill. But bluegill are far and few between from where I live and I kind of forgot about those tiny poppers.

It came about one day while waiting for carp to start coming onto the flats, I tied on a #02 popper in the hopes of tempting a bass or two while stalking the edges, when I noticed large schools of Banded Tilapia holding in the shallows, as soon as the popper came close to the fringes or passed close to some standing grasses, a horde of tilapia would rush the popper and the larger ones in the group would slash at it. Some would even manage to pull it down by the tail.

Well since the bass were not willing to hit the popper and the carp were skittish, I clipped the popper of and tied on a section of 4X tippet, rummaging through a fly box for something appropriate I found those small poppers, tied one on and made a short cast along the fringes. I then let the tiny bug sit a bit until the ripples died away then gave it a sharp pop.

Let me say a #12 popper doesn’t make much of a noise but it was enough to draw the attention, the popper was rushed down and it was fish on, well on the seven weight there wasn’t much of a fight but it did try its best. After a quick photo I unhooked it and let it go to join its mates.

I then made another few casts, letting the fly sit after it had fallen on the water a while, then give it a twitch or two. The water was very clear and it was easy for me to see how these tilapia reacted to the fly, as soon as the fly hit the water or was popped the school would rush up to it and stare at it. Eventually the suspense would become too much and one would have a go at the popper. If left to long they would lose interest and start to turn away, a small twitch would elicit a strike from the larger fish in the school. Sometimes while the school would surround the popper, another larger fish would out of nowhere charge the fly and take it before any of the others can decide if they want it or not. I nearly forgot about the carp, as I walked along the edges catching one after the other.

There are some bull sized ones to you just need to find them, these are territorial and they will hammer anything that enters their proclaimed territory. Keeping them out of the weeds on 3wt and 4x tippet becomes a challenge.

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Yes I know it’s not rod bending, adrenaline pumping stuff, but it’s fun and relaxing, plus the visual aspect of having a fish hit a surface bug, to me is just addictive. As I said I now don’t leave home without my 3wt and those dinky sized poppers. Just in case the fishing is slow, or so I tell myself.

 

EXPLORING CZECH NYMPHING METHODS ON THE ASSEGAI RIVER

JBSC1On one of the supposed last trips to the river with new friend Jarryd Bach we found us on one of my favorite stretches on the Assegai River. While crossing the river we noticed a lot of fish in the faster glides and rapids in water hardly deeper than knee high, these fish were actively feeding in this really shallow water and didn’t seem to bothered with our presence, but we passed them up, in favor of the better waters, that I believed would be more productive, after a short hike upstream we came to the pool that I had in mind for the afternoons fishing, within a short space of time I made one or two casts and gave a few pointers to Jarryd, quickly realizing that the fishing here in the pool would not be to good due to the water being off color, I suggested we move back down to where we had seen the fish earlier in the glide.

A quick change of leader and flies and we made our first casts, shortline nymphing to the yellows that were actively feeding in the fast current, it wasn’t too long before I was on with a small but decent sized Smallscale Yellowfish, it accounted well for itself with a short but spirited fight, I managed to slip the net under it, after popping the hook from its mouth I let it go back into the stream.

Now it was Jarryd’s turn, Pointing him to a spot on the water I moved upstream to spot for him, the fish were so close I could poke them with the rod tip if I stretched my arm far enough out. The first few drifts of the fly were pretty exciting as I grunted and made all kinds of noises every time I saw the indicator bob or slow down, instead of yelling strike or hit or some other profanity, but it didn’t take too long and soon he was on, it fought well enough for its size and used the current to its advantage, not to long and out came the net and in the fish went, even though it wasn’t a trophy sized Smallscale it was his first one and that to me is just as special, a quick pic, or two and back it went.

JBSCRelease1The rest of the afternoon went pretty much the same, grunts and curses included, as we missed the quick takes of the yellows picking up and rejecting the flies like lightning, but all in all, by the time it became too dark to see and we were packed up, he had managed to land at least four more fish I can recall including a Largescale to add to another first on fly for him. We headed home and later after a good meal, we parted ways.

Well that night I sat around thinking as to what would be the most effective way to target these fish, after looking into the various methods of fishing nymphs in a fast current, I decided on giving Czech Nymphing a go. It wasn’t too long before I found myself on the water again and the fish were still there in the same shallow section again, a quick leader change and of I went, note I have never Czech Nymphed before so this was all new to me, at first the lobbing of flies that were nearly heavy enough to knock you out if they did hit you felt strange, but it did not take too long and they quickly fell where I wanted them, now to learn how to control the drift and stay in contact with the flies at the same time, after some trial and error this to snapped into place and the sighter of the leader straightened and I lifted into the take, that first run with such a short line out was so direct it nearly caught me of guard, but I managed to stay on without breaking a rod or leg in the shallow water on slippery rocks as the fish at first powered upstream and then suddenly turned and flashed passed me as I frantically tried to keep tension on the barbless hook.  Stumbling like a frightened hippo I managed to keep everything tight and I managed to get the fish close enough to lift a healthy but not too large Smalscale out of the water with the net. After sliced bread I think barbless hooks are the next best thing and often after the first two or three flops in the net the hooks normally just pop out and it’s just a matter of sinking the net below water level and helping the fish out back into the current.

After disturbing this section with my previous antics I took a few paces upstream to where I could see a few more fish holding in the current and lobbed the flies up into the stream and tracking them downstream again, this time I let them sweep past me and sure thing there that sighter bobbed again, I set the hook and let the fish run, this one turned around and used the current against me, but since the water was slightly of color I had stepped up the fluorocarbon tippet section and was able to put some pressure on the fish and work it upstream again. The rest of the afternoon blurred into a one as I by trial and error on my own learned how to control the drift of the flies and stay in contact with them as I worked my way upstream, fishing likely spots. By the end of the day I returned with sore arms and a content smile.

All things considered at the end of the season Czech Nymphing seems to be quite effective for targeting Smallscale Yellows and even the odd Largescale that have moved into the shallow riffles and runs to feed in the slightly clearer water, the sunlight seems to penetrate easier into the lower water levels, in comparison to the deeper slower pools, this I believe increases visibility slightly making it easier for the yellows to pick up nymphs and other aquatic creatures drifting by.  The number of wish taken was quite surprising but no fish over a kilo and a half were caught.

The rains have come full force now as I sit typing this out and the river is flowing brown and strong, thus the Czech Nymph experiment will have to wait till next year. Still it extended the season a little longer and if that’s the case then even a small yellow is a good yellow, when normal methods don’t work