Last weekend, I left for Knysna on the Southern Cape Coast with 3 buddies, Marc, Greg and David, and set off on what was hopefully the quest to get a nice Musscle cracker.
After a stop enroute for what were positively the worst pies we have ever eaten, we arrived at a place called Herolds Bay, and clean water. I elected to hunt the in-shore reefs without luck, whilst the 3 'muskateers' went and waged war with a battalion of Blue-Bottles ( Small Jelly-fish like stinging critters) They lost, and were soon back to show me the wounds, like me, fishless.
The next day we jumped in at the knysna heads, the cracker were there but very elusive. ( Especially with a float-line)
I shot a Black tail and White Stump for the braai, surprisingly few fish in clear water again.
On the way back, Marc decided to leave the reef and swim in the main channel, drifting back with the current.
He suddenly pops up, shouts, and dissapears feet first...and few seconds later, the same...yelling, breath, and woosh...gone.
The third time, his buddy is now in pursuit to see what's happening, and he sees Marc wresting a 9 kG Garrick.
Marc was on the bottom, when this beaut of a game fish, approached to give him the once over, he stayed cool, waited, and nailed it. The garrick then took off and proceeded to give Marc a kick-ass battle, hauling him under 3 times, marc eventually landed the fish, and that, as Marc said, made his weekend ! Pic attached.
Jeff