Seeing
a 30kg cubera snapper charging your livebait with such force
that it clears the surface; feeling the hundred-metre rush
of a giant threadfin that's just inhaled your jig; a tarpon,
golden-coloured by the tannin-stained water, cart-wheeling
over the waves with your popper in its mouth; the endless
fun of chasing baby snapper in the mangroves on the fly;
seeing the water boil as jacks ravage baitfish amongst wheeling
and diving birds; the savage strike of a two-metre long
barracuda that smashes your lure in two; the sun sinking
into the sea at high tide as you pull otolithe, like big
slabs of silver, from the surf ... this is fishing the deserted
Loango coast and it can be spectacular. |