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TIGER FISHING AT LAKE KARIBA |
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Baited, cast, "nibble, nibble".....a couple of times. By now the sun was up and it was getting warmer. Another round of coffee, and every now and then a "Zzzzwiiiinnnngggg - plonk" as father and son's lines ended up in the main current.
It was so nice out there with the fresh air and the sun on my skin, that I did not really mind being ignored. Next moment I baited, cast, wait, "pluck, pluck" and off went my line...."Heee," I shouted "What do I do now!?" "Play it! Let it take the line! Make it tired!"... and a series of instructions followed. I cannot even remember, just did not know what to do but the Tiger put up quite a nice fight and after about two seconds of not knowing what to do, started to enjoy the fight.
 We reeled it in and it was a "not-too-bad-Tiger-for-a-first-catch-of-the-day". It was however not big enough to keep for dinner, so the "Experts" decided that this should serve as bait. A photograph was taken, with a very proud boyfriend and a very annoyed Dad as the "rookie" out did them with the first fish. (And a woman too!)
It was now on to the second competition, which was the biggest fish (Oh, my! These colonial men and their "bigger-and-better-syndrome", but quite a lot of fun especially when you know how to handle it to your advantage from a female point of view! Hee, hee)
Earlier on, I noticed a beautiful Fish Eagle sitting proudly on a dried tree against the mountain surrounding the river. I took the camera, zoomed in as close as possible to take a picture of it, but we were a bit far. (Thought I'll make a nice water color painting when I get back home). Anyway, it was one of those things that you notice and appreciate but with all the activity around you tend to ignore.
 My "trophy" Tiger turned into bait and "Dad" was not going to be beaten by his son a second time as far as getting a line into the water was concerned. So, he baited the hook, cast, and the next moment, the Fish Eagle swooped down from it's post, grabbed the bait, flew to the other side of the river, landed on a tree and gave a mocking call. Fortunately I still had the camera in my hand and managed to capture the Eagle in flight as it "stole" the bait off the hook. It was just not Dad's day!
We managed to catch a couple of small Tiger fish and these were turned into fish cakes for dinner by the restaurant. The next day we ventured onto Bream fishing which I did not enjoy that much. I ended up at times with the camera in my "spot" on the boat taking some nice photographs.
 On my way back from Durban, after an extremely successful day of negotiations, tired but high on adrenaline, I realized that it was actually the risk that made me think of the time we went to Kariba. Like the Eagle, we all sit on the side just absorbing what happens around us. When the time is right, we take the risk, to swoop down from where we sit and grab the bait off the hook right in front of the Fisherman in the boat.
Is this instinct? Or is this our subconscious minds ruling our conscious "telling" us what to do and when to do it? I don't know, but after our meeting yesterday I wanted to sit on a tree top and give my mocking call as the "gut feeling" was even more right than what I anticipated and years to come I might be in a position to take that trip up to Kariba for a holiday on a house boat....and some more Tiger fishing.
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