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A
few days playing tug-o-war with the Bronze Whalers of the Benguela on
the beaches of the Skeleton Coast. Sorry about the dodgy scans.
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On
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long unwinding road to Swakopmund. |
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First
view of the Skeleton Coast, down at where the Namib meets the sea
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Finally
the Bronzies home in and I'm getting the run-around.
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All
together now: "Ahhh".
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Spotted
Gulley Shark. Ultimately it's bait.
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A
beautiful Blue Ray caught by Steve down in the surf.
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Ha.
Steve gets the heavy bit as we just manage to hoist 125 kilos of shark up
for a brief second and a snap for the album.
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Ottmar
instructs Steveo on the delicate nuances of African shark fishing.
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Steve
in action as a lonely Bronzie awaits a photo on the beach.
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Off
the mark with the Hound Sharks- one of several that ran off with the bait for
the big girls.
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The
fog bank formed by the warm desert air meeting the cold Benguela Current
gradually recedes to the horizon as the day wears on. |
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Right:
"Hurry
up you knob! I kicked mine's arse ages ago!!" says Steve as 20
minutes after landing his shark I was still disappearing off backwards
into the dunes.
I
just couldn't work out why mine was giving me such a hard time - until we
laid em next to each other!
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After a titanic and badly hungover struggle, our biggest Bronzie of the trip finally
hits the beach. |
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Above
- A Steenbras from out on the sea.
Below - A Sally Gunnellfish - ugly as sin, but runs like f**k.
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Steve
has managed to return since and ended up taffling with some more lumps
like these 120kg sharks. Nice work, if you can get it. |
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And
back she goes, safe and sound. "Guess we'd better go and get the
plane now hadn't we?"
Back
To Namibian Rivers
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