Inkwasi Flyfishing

The sun peeks over the mountain tops, lighting up the golden-hued stream at your feet - a trout rises, then again. You make a carefully measured cast, the fly lands like thistledown on the calm clear water, the fish, clearly visible, tilts his fins and rides the current upwards, calculating the interception.

The mouth flashes white and then, fearing all is not well, he refuses and fades into the shadows, the fly drifting on, untouched.

Your pulse gradually returns to normal, mixed emotions of disappointment and excitement, you quietly set about stalking the next one.

* All tackle, flies, transport and lunch provided

* Catch and release fishing to wild fish