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TIGER FISHING AT LAKE KARIBA |
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Before sunrise the next morning we were all bundled into the boat. Tension rose as we cruzed across the lake up into one of the forks where the river flows into Lake Kariba. I could not clearly understand this tension, as this was holiday to me and I was mentally switched off. We were now supposed to be on holiday, right? Yeah, right! Soon I realized that there was this unspoken "competition" between father and son to catch the first Tiger and that this competition factor was the cause of the "tension". 
Our boat was anchored at the "right spot" and we were organized in quite an army-like style. Each was allocated a spot on the boat. Fishing rods were baited, a rod was stuck into my hands with a short course in casting and I was instructed to cast and keep quiet.
"Zzzzwiiiinnnngggg - plonk" - first line in the water. I looked up from where I was sitting in my allocated spot in the boat, trying to figure out what to do and looked up to quite a smug face - "son-beat-dad-to-it".
Our boat was close to the bank of the river. The current flowed from my left to the right and was quite strong, which implied that, if you cast well, the line ends up in the main stream where the "Big fish" were.
Now, as a "rookie" Tiger Fisherwoman, I could not imagine how I was going to cast that far. Just mastered the basic art of fly casting a couple of weeks before, but none the less, tried my best as it is the only thing one can do.
First cast did not go too well. Second cast was better and I was granted an approving smile from Boyfriend. Reeling in the line to try again, I felt a little nibble on the end of my line and when I brought the line on board, realised that something ate the bait off my hook.
Baited the hook and cast again to round-about-the-same-place. "Nibble, nibble"? Reel in, bait again, cast, same story. In my ignorance I decided that these fish were not there in the main stream. They were here, closer to the banks of the river flowing into Lake Kariba. I tried to draw some attention to try and explain without making a sound that the fish were not in the main stream, rather closer to the boat, but a very annoyed look made me decide to rather leave it and do my own thing.
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