Herman and I went to Boskop today since the Vaal’s flow was a bit high. In my humble opinion, Boskop gets far to little love from the local fly fishermen, so do yourself a favour and at least once or twice a season head on down to Boskop and test your luck.
We usually take the boat, but I love my float tube on Boskop, so it is a given that it was going along. Fishing Boskop is never easy, the weeds are terrible at times and because the water is so clear you have to be extra careful that the fish do not spot you before they spot your fly.
Right from the start one could see that this was going to be a difficult day with an uncomfortable wind blowing. The morning was spend seeking out the quiet corners near the bank and reeds with little success of finding any fish. Here and there we saw a fish splashing, but the schools of fish we are used to was nowhere to be seen.
Later the morning Herman decided to go back to the inlet of Boskop since this has always yielded fish, and there they were! As we got closer to the inlet I could see the schools of fish coasting in the more sheltered water. Herman kept trying to get the fish deeper down below surface with no success. I could clearly see the fish cruising about 30-40 cm below the surface and decided to put on the dries. At first the dry-and-dropper didn’t work, so I switched to only dry flies.
This is what I love about Boskop, there were no fish rising but as soon as that dry fly landed there was action, as if they were waiting for us all along. It is quite exhilarating to see the fish chase your fly, that heart stopping moment when it closes in on your fly, the bow wave as it speeds up, and… strike! The rest of the day was spend only sight fishing.
One strike in particular gave me goosebumps. As I slowly retrieved the DDD to ready myself for the next cast, the water suddenly exploded underneath the fly and I was on, this was a strong fish and gave a good account of itself only to break the tippet after a very short fight and leaving me with “bok koors”. A bank angler that saw the whole ordeal just yelled out “SJHOE!” as the line went limp. What a strike, what power. If only I could see the fish on the end of that broken tippet, the tale of many, many a fishermen!
I had numerous rises and takes on the flies, to many to count, but could only manage to land three, weeds, did I mention that the weeds can be a problem on Boskop? One of these fish was my PB for Boskop (I estimate the fish between 2,2 – 2,4 kg. I did not have my scale with me).
The fishing was on, and the fly that did the damage was my old faithful DDD (#12-14). The fish responded to a dun parachute Adams as well, only to bite of the tail of the fly and then ignoring the mangled fly further.
Note to self: Make them with stronger tails!
The weather chased us off the water and we had to call it a day earlier than we would have liked.
You hear elderly people telling tales of old, great adventures and daring feats of times past. This day will surely go into the diary as one of those tales I’ll bore my grand-kids with!