I cant imagine a life with out the sea, I think because I grew up on the beach in Zululand fishing diving and surfing. Playing with octopus and crayfish in rock pools as a toddler and catching big game-fish from my grandfather’s ski-boat even before I was a teenager, my up bringing was rooted deep in the sea.
I must have been about 15 when I bought my first speargun and jumped into the water at a local beach. I did not have a clue what I was doing, but was instantly addicted, and so began my life long adventure in spearfishing.
I am also blessed to have an amazing and beautiful wife, and 2 children with whom I am able to share my passion for the sea. My son who has been surfing and diving with for years is fast becoming very accomplished in both sports and has become a real ‘Waterman’. My little girl prefers singing and dancing, collecting shells on the beach with the occasional snorkel in a rock pool. So when I am not breathing up to take another dive into the depths I am either surfing with my son or at home with my family.
I traded the 9 to 5 job some years back and decided to follow my dreams making dive adventure movies, opening a dive shop and publishing a dive mag the Ultimate Spearfishing Magazine. These career moves have enabled me to follow another quest, the stories my grandfather told of Mozambique. My grandfather was a pioneer in ski-boat fishing in Southern Africa and did many exploratory trips into Mozambique in the early 50’s, often spending months at a time finding beaches and places to fish. We spent hours fishing on the boat together, he told many stories of the adventures they had exploring the Mozambique coastline long before many of the places even had roads. Tales of fish, people, the places and the war that kept every one away was too much for me not to go and explore to find my own adventures and stories to tell.
Now some years later with many nooks and crannys along the Zululand and Mozambican coast been explored, I find myself taking others back to the same places and sharing in the adventure with them. Each time is as exciting as the first, its never the same, there is always something new.
There is just something about the sea that makes me feel like I am home, it’s were my roots are I guess. And so, may salt continue flow in my veins. May the souls of my feet never tire of the sea sand between my toes. May my hands never tire from the warm Indian Ocean trickling though my fingers. May my heart always feel the tremble of the waves and may my inner child forever yearn to be close to that which I call home, the Sea.