One of the worst kept secrets on the Garden Route, Victoria Bay grew in recent years from a small quiet holiday resort to a small hamlet with a handful of semi-permanent residents. Originally there was only a camping ground, and later a small shop that opened during holidays and weekends. Victoria Bay in those days was a haven for surfers, and occasionally fishermen.
Vic Bay – First Stop
Victoria Bay is ony a short distance from Mossel Bay, so it may seem strange to make this the first stop on our journey North. However, it’s been some time since last I dropped a line in the water here, and after a late departure Jen and I decided to overnight here, do a bit of night and early morning fishing before continuing our expedition.
Not bothering to pitch the tent or unpack, we spent the night in the back of the bakkie – as we have done so often before. (Heres the bakkie when a bit newer and still clean, and before the fancy fishing rod racks were fitted).
Long ago I discovered it’s much more convenient to pack most of the kit in a trailer… Then the bakkie doesn’t have a holiday load of camping gear to attract nefarious individuals when parked somewhere and away fishing. Once bitten twice shy!
Fishing Vic Bay
With only a short stay planned there was no expectation of great results, and so it was to be. The night produced a couple of blacktails, and a small Kob – undersize and released successfully. Early morning saw three small (legal size) elf before the sun rose too high. These were carefully packed in the mobile freezer (another great investment) for baits for another day. Breakfast consisted of the blacktails from the night before.
By ten o’clock the tackle was stowed away, rods locked in their racks, and showered and fed, we departed Victoria Bay to really begin our expedition northwards.
Ray the Fisherman