All Fishermen Are Liars: Some True Stories
In his youth the author was an insatiable angler, and when he grew up the affliction became worse.
As a young boy in Africa, the desire to hunt things, spend nights out in the bush and search rocky pools along remote beaches was inbred. River minnows, bait pinkies, and small bream were caught with as much enthusiasm as giant marlin later on, when fishing adventures took the author all over the world.
Time spent fishing should not be deducted from a man's span of life, and the author found enough other time to be admitted as an attorney, to be a hands-on beef cattle farmer (as various broken ribs and cracked bones testify) and to be a property developer of formidable proportions.
One of his earliest entrepreneurial exploits was to remove his grandmother's mosquito net to catch swimming prawns. The net did not last long. A subsequent brainwave was to encapsulate large cockroaches in clear plastic blocks inscribed with 'souvenir of Durban', a product that received much acclaim in the tourist shops. A personal visit from a furious mayor of the city ended this profitable business.
Despite every effort on their part, the young wives of the fishermen had great difficulty in producing sons, and at one time the author's particular group had collected 17 beautiful daughters, and only five wonderful sons. Dei Gratia Was this because spring tides come with the full moon, or was too much salt rubbed into the wombs?