Beginners luck strikes again.

Keep it up Gandolf !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Just another goldfish

Name vir die span lede.

Ek dink ons moet begin breinstorm oor wat ons name gaan wees.
Snapper trapper is seker bekommerd dat ons say naam wil verander, maar hy sal net moet gewoont raak daaraan.

Tjaart kan ons noem (Clumsy), en terwyl ons op die subject is kom ons haal asb ons hoedens af ver ons mede lidmaat wat bo oor n trailer geblik.......m het, en homself n trip na die doktor toe gekos het op die dag van die groot trek. Die half meter lange sny in die binne been het hom vyf steeke gekos. EINA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ander name is (Giant) of (Gandolf the grey). Desert Wolf. Tarzan. Appoacalips. Nomad


Pieter kan ons noem (Short stuff), of Hammy puller. Down Under klink ook goed. Of wat van tasman trouble? Wolverine? Hobbit

Eben!!!!!!!!!! mmmmmmmmmm
Waar om te begin?

What if.
The knotless wonder.
Horizon caster.
No one around.
Reel screamer.
Softbait wannabe.
Rogue.
Hunter.

Couple of our fish from the weekend.

We do try.

ST

Tough Weekend Fishing

Once again the double figures got away. There are some big fish which has been lost, but with this kind of determination I am sure we will reach double figures before the end of the year. One thing is for certain, these carp are very elusive, and only the smart angler with the most wit gets to catch them.

Let the foto of me and medium pacer be an example to you all, not only does it take teamwork to land the big ones, you also need determination, motivation, and a bloody warm afternoon.

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Good Morning "Beginners Luck", Your mission should you choose to accept it, is to catch the heaviest bag of snapper over five gruelling days on the remote West Coast of Northland, New Zealand. You will be competing with some of the world's best surfcasters, in one of the toughest environments know to man.... And that's just inside the tent you will be sharing! Once you step into the domain of the West Coasters, you will need guts, (its likely that you will be dropping yours), you will need determination (the place is like a friggin maze, no gps even works there) and you will need the will to succeed, (you will be getting up at 4am most mornings). You will also have to outwit, (only one toilet in the camp), outplay (even a small fish is tough to land in 30 ft swells), outlast (there will be no women to wash your undies) to be the winner.

If you are found to be the weakest link, you will be voted of the island if you are a member from overseas, or just back to doldrums of the south if that's where you are from. There will be no time to phone a friend, and you only have a 50/50 chance of survival! Your skills will be tested, your arms will get tired, and your brain will get fried by some of the best brandy to ever get bottled on this planet! Catching these elusive fish over a period of five days, is not merely a competition, it is the progression of man into survivor, its the purification of your whole being (especially your bloodstream), but mostly it is the bonding of man and fishing rod. The deep sensation that every man feels but once a year. The moment when women and children disappear into the vast corners of the deepest mind, when all instincts return to its primitive nature which sees man as the hunter-gatherer that it was designed to be. No aftershave, no hairbrushes, and certainly no "liefie waar is my koffie"! No this is the stuff that dreams are made of. It is tough and only a select few will ever be good enough to compete, so count yourselves lucky "Beginners Luck". You have been selected..........

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