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...get your fix in the Okavango By Keith Clover - Tourette Fishing We had been looking for roughly two hours, up and down we drove. They were new to the neighbourhood and wanted their fix. They deserved it! I knew the area, and was under pressure to supply the "stuff". The night before we had met a group of addicts who had found a good supply of it, and were still on a high hours later! I heard the commotion from around the corner, a sure sign of a deal going down. We rounded a bend and there it was... The egrets were everywhere, taking up their position on opposite banks, a stark contrast to the slithering brown mass of barbel under their feet. Fish eagles swooped in on the action, the occasional swirl and slash of a crocodile and red flash of a tiger fish's tail and hint of the mayhem taking place below. We had hit it big time! As far as we could see down the meandering river, the margins were alive with thrashing barbell; at times flaying uselessly on the back of their brethren as they forged up stream. Darren and Jennifer had been waiting for this. I was ecstatic, and relieved, having primed them for the up and coming action. Dropping anchor roughly 30 meters before the leading bunch, Darren and Jen took their places on the bow and stern of the boat respectively. With heart beats rising in tempo with the shuddering papyrus, Darren and Jen shot out their fist casts up and across. Giving time for their DI 7 lines to get down, they let their lines swing through ninety degrees before commencing a steady strip retrieve. Jen got her first hit almost immediately and was soon followed by her husband Darren. Being an addict myself, I can tell you the effects are felt at the first prick of the needle sharp point. The jab sending the tiger fish off in a spirited dash to freedom, while adrenaline laced blood is shunted through ones veins faster than the backing peeling off ones reel. Fishing the barbel run had begun in earnest! Each year the Okavango River in western Botswana plays host to one of Africa's finest sport fishing spectacles... The catfish run. Anytime from mid September through to mid November (and some years as late as December) the delta's barbel congregate in immense numbers and a mass upstream pilgrimages occurs. The driving force behind this behaviour is commonly believed to be the need to spawn. There are however many aspects to the catfish run that are not fully understood. What determines the size of an individual run, what sparks a run in the first place, what factors contribute to the length of a run, where do the fish end up, and what causes a run to disperse? These are all questions that are yet to be confidently answered. Water levels, water temperature, availability of suitable bait fish, micro catfish populations, or most likely a combination of all of these factors could be the catalyst. What we do know is that a run can start any where at any time over these few months, and for the fortunate anglers that intercept such a run, the fly fishing is mind blowing. When asked as to the quality of a run by clients, I commonly described them as big or small, and anything in between. What makes a run big or small is subjective, but generally speaking I talk of a big run when one can remain in one position with catfish passing you for over half an hour, and occasionally up to two hours. These runs generally last a couple of days, and can be intercepted on consecutive days, subject to them not fading out. A small run can be anything from a couple of thrashes in the papyrus to a 5 - 10 minute procession of running catfish. As I said, this is subjective, and different anglers or guides may well have different views. In any case, the run we had just found was of the large variety; so large in fact that we were able to follow it for four full days before we had to leave. Now the size of run is by no means directly related to the size of tiger fish that will be caught in it. Tiger fish, being fairly territorial, will remain in locations that allow them maximum protection as well as feeding possibilities, thus fish of different sizes will occupy different niches. As a run moves upstream therefore, different shoals of fish will be attracted to the commotions, feed until gorged and then drop off the run. The beauty of this scenario is that, when a big fish is hooked, one can be more or less guaranteed hook ups with similarly sized fish. The converse of this is however also true. Fortunately for fly rodders however, the age old debate of quality vs quantity leans heavily to the latter in such situations. Not to mention the endless opportunities to sight cast to feeding catfish, some in excess of 20lbs. This in my view is sublime fishing no matter where you are. For first time fly fisherman fishing for tigers, the catfish run provides the perfect class room. The fast action and multiple hook-ups provide adequate room for failure, with out the disappointment normally associated with failure when fishing more challenging waters. For the more experience angler it also allows one the opportunity to experiment with flies and materials - when testing tiger flies, there is no better test tank than fishing the catfish run when fly hardiness and castability are concerned. My preferred tackle when fishing the catfish run is a standard tiger fishing rig. Namely an 8/9 weight rod, loaded with a DI7 line, short (four to five foot) leader of 15 - 20lm Maxima hard mono, attached via an albright knot to 5 cm of #5 piano wire on to which ones fly is attached with a haywire twist. With regards to fly selection - for the most part any bait fish imitation will produce. Angler confidence must be taken into account, as well as water conditions. Generally I will do my best to match the fly to the light and water conditions in the aim of achieving maximum visibility. Therefore, in this vein, I go for dark bulky flies in low light and dirtier water conditions, and brighter slimmer flies in bright clear conditions. When tiger fish are actively feeding and can be seen breaking the surface, good fun is to be had with surface flies. I have found crease flies to perform better than most other surface flies in these scenarios, this most probably due to their profile on the surface. Do not however expect to come back with much of your fly! Flies tied clouser or bend back style are recommended as they provide less chance of foul hooking barbel. For those whose bodies, after a couple of hours of tiger fishing, are reduced to a jumbled mess of adrenalin soaked nerves, respite is never far off. The many back waters and sheltered lagoons offer the perfect locations for relaxing while grabbing a quick bite to eat, maybe a cold drink, and the bonus opportunity to target some of the Delta's less ferocious inhabitants. Three spot tilapia, nembwe, African pike and even silver barbell provide great sport, not to mention a challenge, on light 4/5 weight outfits. For family members, friends, or partners unlucky enough not to be afflicted by your addiction, the western delta is host to some of Africa's finest wilderness, home to many (some quite rare and many endemic) species of mammal and bird. Exploring the many islands and channels on foot or mokoro allows visitors an in depths view into this emerald wilderness, not to mention the opportunity to get to know some of its land and arboreal based inhabitants. For those who have read any of my previous articles, they will know that I try my utmost to take a holistic approach to both my guiding and angling, often remaking on the wonderful aspects that surround sport fishing in Southern Africa. It is however hard to reinforce this mindset when fishing the catfish run. The furious action and thrill of the hunt, at times, does not allow one the opportunity to fully appreciate ones surroundings. If one is so inclined, as most fly fisherman and women are, one has to make a conscious effort to divert ones attention from the world class angling to the world class wilderness embracing anglers on the Okavango - this I might add, a most pleasing situation to be in. Anyway, back to the fishing. Jen was taking a breather. Darren had just released another engorged tiger fish. The sun was on its way down, with egret's squawking and catfish clapping, Darren turned to me, and rather nonchalantly said, "you know Keith, I think I am drunk on tiger fishing". With a rather quizzical expression, I asked Darren to substantiate his remarkable statement. "This reminds me of my college days" he went on, "you know, like at a good shin dig when the Jack is flowing and a feeling of euphoria comes over you". I nodded in agreement, indicating for him to go on. "The only difference being, tomorrow I wont have a hang over, there will be no feeling of remorse, and I can promise you that I will do it all again!" I smiled, these few words, even if not so poetic, really encapsulate the addiction many of us have to sport fishing in Africa; and what better place to get your fix than in the Okavango Delta. Where: Okavango River, western Delta, from Makwena to Shakawe When: mid September through to mid November (occasionally as late as December) What to Take: There are numerous accommodation options from upmarket camps, live aboard houseboats, self catering bungalows to camping wild. Therefore, depending on personal preferences and budget you can take anything from simply you clothing and tackle to comprehensive camping gear and 4x4 vehicles. Precautions: Malaria prophylactics or suitable insect repellent and clothes. Correct vehicle documentation if driving. Comprehensive first aid kit if roughing it. |