To be honest, I think I was losing interest in fly fishing. It's almost halfway through April and the only fishing I had done all year before yesterday was a session at De Mond. To call that fishing is even a lie, all I really did was sit on the sand and talk about girls with my good friend Alex. It didn't help much that the night before we had an absolute blow out with some rock and surf fishermen that we had met at the campsite where we were staying. But hell, we had a cool time exchanging fishing stories with a cold jaboolie in hand until the early hours of the morning. Yeah so that's about right, I haven't fished all year. I mean c'mon, I live 40 km from the CPS streams where one can sight fish to happily rising trout - what is wrong with me?
So, when asked to guide for three days over the course of one working week I apathetically accepted. When the time came closer to take these chaps out on the stream I decided to give preparation a little thought. Renew the CPS license. Book the beats I thought would work, but had no idea if they would. Stocked up on tippets and leaders; forgot how fine 7x was. Opened they fly box to find a measly collection of dries and nymphs. Spent the three days before the first of guiding spewing out flies that I thought would work, but had no idea if they would.
The first day of guiding arrived. I got out of bed at 4am to leave Stellenbosch at 5am to get to Camps Bay by 6am to be on the river by 7:30am! Man, I wasn't too stoked when my alarm went off. However, after my first session out with Grant from Colorado on the river, I had forgotten about the 4am rise and quite enjoyed those that were happening on the river. The following mornings that I had to awake early were easier because I looked forward to the session on the stream ahead. To keep it short re the guiding, all three days were kick-ass with many fish, fishing stories and great banter.
After it all, I received a very touching email from the second chap I took out where he thanked me very much for reigniting his passion for fly fishing and that it was his most memorable day out ever. In all honesty, I should be the one thanking him, as well as the other two, for rekindling my love for fly fishing. Not once in all three days did I wish I were fishing, I had such fun watching them have such a gas and seeing the fish behave the way they did.