Flashback to 17 June 2007: The Posthumous brothers
The sardines had come at last. Trucks, cars, bikes, planes…
Trucks, cars, bikes, planes…were buzzing up and down the lower south coast of KZN Natal like bees. Every man and his dog was on the chase. The scent of sardine hung in the air and it was making people a bit crazy.
But not the Posthumous brothers Louis and Dawdie.
They were completely focused on their umpteenth sardine run. But they weren’t after sardines. They had their big sticks ready to fly with perfectly maintained and serviced ancient Penn reels. These are two of the best anglers I have ever met. Total dedication. Perfect equipment. From bay to bay the two brothers hunted. Headland to headland. Lookout to lookout.
Eventually the trail led further up the coast to Hibberdene, and the Posthumous brothers were onto it. They parked their car in the old carpark, and scrambled. Guns loaded. Hibberdene is a great spot for an ambush and as the two brothers got to a place in the rocks they could cast from, a bait ball of sardines boiled on the backline.
These guys cast. Huge casts, and perfectly aimed every time. Time after time. They were fishing their own couta spoons. The same ones they use so successfully off the ski-boat. Moulded at home. Hand tied with wire. Double everything. Heavy duty. Huge hooks. For heavy duty fish.
Oh yes, and very shiny! Using secret methods to get the metal glass smooth.
The two brothers let fly at the same time.
The twin white metal missiles went straight for the early morning sun and the sardines boiling the surface up.
The pair of spoons landed on the glassy ocean and bounced, and dropped into the clear backline water.
They both went vas. Simultaneously!
A brace of big and nasty crocodile couta!
The fish screamed off together threatening to burn each other off.
For 40 minutes they each fought their quiet battles.
Both winning – they pulled their twin fish up the beach.