Zambezi Tiger

Dear Kenya Fly Fishers Club, Over many, many years, I have been intimately involved in flyfishing, mainly throughout Southern Africa. My focus has been not only on trout but also indigenous species such as tiger fish and yellowfish and I hope that you can, perhaps, help me with a project I have undertaken.   I […]

PISCATORIBUS SACRUM Is engraved over the fireplace in each of our camps. It means ‘Dedicated to Fishermen’ Your Chairman explains why….          

Dear Fellow KFFC Members, I regret to inform you that a long-standing member and friend of the KFFC, Mr John (JM) Kariuki, died last Thursday. Many members will remember Mr Kariuki with affection and gratitude for the tireless work he did supporting the Club, especially at the Northern camp.

Harry Brainch, who caught the biggest fish on the Northern in our 94th Season receives Harrison’s Horn from our eponymous Chairman. The fish was a hen of 1lb 7 oz caught on Beat 3 using a nymph. Congratulations Harry!

Hi Ya, hope you all well and looking forward to your dinner. We are putting a book together called Samaki, in celebration of the 50th Delamere competition and the 50th anniversary of Malindi Fishing club. The content will include cuttings, stories, anecdotes, photos on 50 years fishing of the Kenyan Coast.            

NAIROBI, Kenya — Frustrated by a string of failed hijacking attempts, Somali pirates have turned to a new business model: providing “security” for ships illegally plundering Somalia’s fish stocks — the same scourge that launched the Horn of Africa’s piracy era eight years ago.

One man one river – David Lemon almost half-way through his epic exploration … he nears the Lower Zambezi – shared by member Gordon D. Eccles.

  Women fish! That may seem obvious to some, but it’s a ridiculous concept to far too many. During a gathering of several outdoors editors and writers at a product manufacturer’s press event last year the issue of participation levels in the sport of fly fishing came up. We discussed what it would take to […]

It began as an irksome drizzle. My fingers slipped around the knot I was tying on my Beaded Prince. Then the rain started to get really irritating. Drops fell steadily off the peak of my cap and I slipped down the greasy grass of a bank and up to my knees in the river below […]