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Posted by Silverback on 06 November 2007 at 12:44 PM

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South African spearfishing at its best

I was stoked. “Stan the Man” had supplied the boat, Glen had joined us and I had coaxed my good friend Sarel to skipper for us. That meant 3 full days spearing with a dedicated skipper, what more could you wish for? We were up and preparing before first light. 6:00 was the earliest launch. We headed north, hoping for a strong N to S current. Our target was Mabibi. 1.5 hours later we stopped off the camp site. The viz looked good, depth approx 20m, perfect current. Grabbed flashers and bailed in, swimming toward the beach over the sand toward the reef in 19m of water. My flashers hanging below me: a chain of flashy pink plastic squid. Stan began pulling at his flasher - a Halco GT Jig with hooks removed.

Moments later a ‘couta drifted past the flashers! Where the hell had it come from? I duck-dived, try not to look at it, feign disinterest, pretend you are after something else, don’t give the game away. I levelled out, keeping an eye on the fish. It began angling away from me unsure of my motives but not intimidated. I obviously was not interested in it. I started swimming toward its other side, as it moved to keep an eye on me I angled in toward the fish, still keeping it in the corner of my eye. It turned toward me, moving closer than it intended. My gun was extended, The spear hit the fish broadside, passing through to the opposite gill-flap. Stoned! Several more ‘couta appeared on the drift but that fish turned out to be the biggest on the trip.

As the drift progressed, I noticed the familiar shape of a potato bass following us sedately. A Zambezi (Bull shark) had drifted passed, not interested in us. A pinnacle came into view. I dived toward the reef, only to find a school of Tropical yellowtail (Amberjack) swimming toward me. I stopped, confused by the fishes’ approach. Every other fish always tried to get as far away as possible. I hung in midwater watching the fish milling around me. Oh well, I fired. The effect was astonishing. The fish I had hit, was dead, but something big had shoved between my legs and in a flash the sedate potato bass had fired its after-burners and was making every effort to get the ‘tail. If the ‘tail had not been killed immediately and had managed to get away, the bass would have eaten it. The ‘tail weighed a little more than 5kg, man that bass had a huge mouth to even attempt swallowing that fish with a spear through it. Stan loaded a kaakap and a seapike in addition to several ‘couta. A very productive morning.

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