INDIGENOUS
By Andrew Mather
T
HE dawn held its chilly hand over the camp as the sun pushed up over the horizon. Cold air seeped into my bed while I fought to keep my eyes closed to nap for a few more minutes; it was then I remembered I was on a fishing trip! I sprang out of bed, the cold forgotten, excited at the day that lay ahead at Hunter Fisher’s Orange River fishing camp. It is not often that a fishing trip exceeds one’s expectations, but this trip proved to be one of those occasions.
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