Have you ever fished a river where no white man has been, let alone fly fished? Well if the elders in a remote mountain village are to be believed then I have, and several times at that. Let’s just say that the rivers hadn’t been fished in living memory which is good enough for me. This is about a trip to the most remote corner of Lesotho. We named the gorge “Coronary Crevasse”, and it’s accessible only via “Heart Attack Hill”. Coronary Crevasse is in my books is the ultimate destination, no matter the size of fish you may catch, it’s the adventure and excitement of catching a fish in a place so remote but it’s the journey to get there that really makes the trip so special. This is what I call Back Country Basutholand. Places like these are the ultimate destination for the adventurous fly angler who can’t afford an overseas trip to some exotic destination. I have fished in some fairly exotic locations before and yet what’s right on our doorstep is what I yearn for the most.
Eastern Lesotho has numerous high altitude rivers which are very seldom if ever fished. By seldom, I mean once every few years or even every few decades. There are just not a lot of fly fisherman out there who are willing to walk that extra mile. Most fanatical hikers and adventurers don’t fly fish, and most fanatical fly fishers prefer to spend a week fishing, rather than 5 days hiking and two days fishing. All fly fishers seem to like the idea of a long hike into the back country to find trout that have never seen a fly, but very few actually ever do it. They lack a bit of JFDI (Just Fucking Do It).
In April 2005 I dragged a group of mates on a mission to fish what I judged to be the most remote river in Lesotho. We hiked up the Drakenbsberg and down the valley the other side. After a day and a half of walking we had still not found a fish. The local herd boys all said there were fish in the river, but much further downstream. Now if a Basutho herd boy says the fish are far, then you know they are far. With limited time and and eager mates wanting to catch fish, we decided to walk a day north to another river which I knew had fish in. It was probably one of my most productive fishing trips I’ve ever had, but I still yearned to explore that river lower down and find those trout.
In December 2006 I decided that I had to make a mission back to explore the river further downstream. It was about at this time that I first used Google Earth to explore the rivers of Lesotho. From Google Earth I could clearly see where there was a waterfall which was not marked on any map I had previously seen. I knew this was where we had to head to find trout. It was probably my most memorable trip into Lesotho, and not because of the fishing, because of the journey and the awesome bunch of mates who tagged along. It was some time ago, but it’s as clear as if it happened yesterday. I will let the pictures tell the rest of the story.
I have a passion for photography, fly tying and fly fishing for trout in remote mountain streams that are seldom if ever fished by other anglers. Yes these places still exist. I have realised that where I fish and how I fish is pretty different from all the other fly fisherman I know and starting this blog is the best way I can share these experiences with others less fortunate in where they reside, or less inclined to wonder what lies over that mountain or up around the next bend.
I am dairy farmer in Kokstad in Southern KZN where we are surrounded by rivers seldom fished. It's also close to the Drakensberg and Lesotho which I think is the most beautiful place on earth. There are hundreds of small streams just waiting to be explored. All it needs is fly rod and reel, a spool of tippet, some floatant, a few flies, a spirit of adventure and a good level of fitness. Let the adventure begin.
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