By then I could see all the fishermen (boats) were either leaving, or watching me like I was some kind of fool. Some kind of crazy person, waders, fly rod and all. I rose slowly and made one cast some 30 feet out where the water flow eased, and well the rest is history.
Tight lines and Fish hard.
In the African bushveld, nothing can ever be taken for granted! Life and death may not bear the synonymous meaning we think it does! In many cases life does not mean life, and death does not mean death ...
By the time we made it to the top of the hill I was completely out of breath having just run as fast as I could to keep up with the Cheetah's. As if I had a chance!