This was Nick’s 2nd trip and Nigel came along. The weather was dismal with a cold wind blowing and dark grey clouds threatening to cry, which they later did. We took a few pre-launch shots while Nigel did his interview thingy for his own blog. My fish finder mount was still broken and no replacement had arrived. We had intended
I remember vividly, all those times that Nigel had me wake up early while he slept in, just so that we could go fishing all the way in the west, to get the ‘first-light-fish’. Today the tables were turned. Except for the fact that I still had to wake up early. So retribution it was not. At 5.30am, I was
[Warning: This post may take a while to load.] There were countless sea tales told by many-a-scallywag, tales of seas awash with the golden glow of the setting sun reflecting off an orgy of fish. Expectedly, there was immense anticipation for this trip. Entire companies went on forced leave, old ladies began to report more and more missing jewelry, loved