After the disappointment of the previous couple days we retraced our steps back down the coast to Lac Ghoubet, to a spot we’d eyed out on the first day. Our trip had proved frustrating thus far as the coastline looks amazing but is mostly inaccessible and we just couldn’t get to the water’s edge. At the back of Lac Ghoubet there’s a small dirt track to very basic tourist camp right on the water. That’s where we aimed and straight away it proved the correct decision.
The bays and ridges of Lac Ghoubet held amazing fishing
Striking Gold in Lac Ghoubet
As we arrived we saw shoals of bait fish get smashed on the surface. Grabbing our rods we sprinted to point straight directly in front. From the first cast the sea was alive and the fish were feeding! Fred landed a small GT then got bust off by a really good fish, I hooked and lost a couple fish. Finally we’d found the fishing we’d been searching for. With the first taste a good one we packed bags for the day and begin exploring the coast properly.
Fred with a beaut GT caught on FlyOne of the many fish caught on light tackle
The Excitement of Catching GT
That day and the next the fishing was just phenomenal. The fish we saw, landed, lost was the stuff dreams are made of. The reefs and drop offs are almost untouched and produced a variety of reef fish from grouper, snapper and emperor to napoleon wrasse, coral trout and more. The coral trout destroyed us. I cringe at the number of lures lost to them diving between the coral. We saw a number of big trigger fish and shoals of milkies but frustratingly they wouldn’t eat the flies Fred presented to them.
Lastly but definitely not least were the GT. Man alive did we find the GT. Off the side it was by far the best GT fishing that I’ve ever experienced. Throwing spoons, stickbaits and poppers on a 11ft Assassin Spinmaster 2x Heavy paired with a Stella 10k the geets gave me a solid workout. In the space of 24hrs, One afternoon and one morning session, I had 14 pulls! Landed 4 geets between 10kgs and approx. 25kgs, got bust up by another 2 fish that must’ve been around the 40kg mark. There was also a monster coral trout that kept following my lure but just wouldn’t commit. Fred during the same time found a pack of GT smashing bait fish up close to the side, whipped out the fly rod and hooked up first cast. After an exhausting 30min fight, getting dragged up and down the rocks he managed to landed a beautiful GT!
Photos were taken by Fred Davis of Feathers and Flouro. Check out his account of our trip at http://feathersandfluoro.com
No matter of plans made nor the volume of research done once the adventure begins you never know where you’ll end up. Traveling through Africa is for the adventurous. The unexpected surprises put pay to the best laid plans. This was abundantly clear to us half way through our trip when the local army refused to let travel any further up the coast.
As we headed out of Djibouti City on day 1 our goal was to travel along the coast around the Gulf of Tadjoura then west almost to the Eritrean border at the point where the Red Sea starts. That’s the narrowest point between Africa and the Middle East. It’s this narrowing that forms raging currents as the water flows in the Red Sea. The water is warm and deep, ideal conditions for the ocean’s predators congregate and hunt. Giant GT patrol the islands and drop-offs in this area and offer some of the best GT fishing on the planet.
True to form our best laid plans were destroyed half way through our trip but the result wasn’t any less spectacular. We ended up discovering a hidden gem.
Exploring Djibouti - Our travels
Map of our travels through Djibouti
After landing at midnight we spent the first night in Djibouti City. The next morning it was up early to fetch the hire car, an old school Toyota land Cruiser, then to the shops for supplies and head out into the unknown.
That first day we drove right around the gulf to the a camp site just outside the town of Tadjoura. It was a 180km drive that would take roughly 2.5hrs if driven straight but we detoured on the way. Our first stop was to Lac Assal, the lowest point in Africa and the second saltiest lake on Earth. If you ever want to feel like you’re on another planet this would be it and is well worth a visit.
The white salt plains of Lac Assal stretch for miles
From Lac Assal we continued to a derelict harbor at the back of Lake Ghoubet. It was the first time the road had come close to the water’s edge so we decided to get the tackle out and wet a line. We weren’t expecting much but straight away I got smashed but a monster GT. Hooks straightened and left stunned while it disappeared into the deep. A few casts later I landed a good size barracuda. Couple that with follows from bonito, we were off to a good start. With the afternoon winding down we were forced to carry on to our camp for the night.
Night 1 & 2 - Tadjoura
The first two nights we camped at a local run, tourist camp named Campment de Ras Ali. It was a basic but pleasant enough setup, the guy that runs the camp was very friendly but didn’t speak English so communication was an issue. More our issue than his because English is generally not spoken in the country, French is the national language. If you’re looking to stay in this area I’d rather recommend Sable Blanc which is just around the corner on a lovely white beach.
Sable Blanc is the place to stay in Tadjoura
We fished the coast around the camp and caught a variety of fish but it was difficult. A coral reef forms a shallow ledge that then drops off. There were fish around, no doubt, but anything decent just bust us off on the coral. It quickly became an expensive exercise. The best of the fish I landed was a 7kg Grouper on stickbait. For the rest the fish landed were up to 2 or 3kgs and included GT, Napoleon wrasse and a few different species of grouper, bream and trevally.
The reef around Campment Ras Ali is beautiful to dive but difficult to fish from the side.
Night 3 - Obock
Day 3 was when our initial plans were thrown in the dumpster and plan B was made. Our plan was to continue up to Obock and beyond so we were up early and on our way. Our excitement levels were high as we were finally getting toward the area that we hoped would produce really good fish.
About half way to Obock there was a rocky point we’d identified on Google Earth which we aimed to fish for the morning then carry on. We spent a couple hours trying different roads to reach the point but all were washed away and impassable. The closest we could get was a beach 3km away with a rocky section between that required rock-climbing skills to pass. With that idea halted we decided to carry on up the coast.
Traveling off road to try get to the point we’d spotted
The moment we drove into Obock the hairs on our back went up. It was that bad! Its a small disgusting harbour town, dirty roads, buildings falling apart and almost every person high on Khat. Chewing Khat is an almost national past time in Djibouti but Obock takes it to the extreme. We needed diesel so were forced to deal with these drugged up stoners to find a filling station and let me worn you, there’s only one pump in town. Its built into the wall of a half broken house. You’d drive past it without even realizing it which is what we did three times. With that done we wanted to get out of town asap.
The Infamous Road Block
The roads in Djibouti are generally good tar roads but Obock is where that ends and they turn into non existent dirt roads. Resorting to driving off road through the back end of town we finally made it out the other side, onto a road we had spotted in the distance.
Not long out of town the road was blocked with stones, barbwire and four men with AK’s. Friendly enough, these guys turned out to be the local army stopping people driving further, particularly white foreigners. The area beyond is still fraught with tribal fighting and tribes from Eritrea raiding local villages. They wouldn’t let us past without a local, armed guard. With directions where in town to find a guard we were sent away. We spent a few hours trying to find one of these elusive guards but with everyone stoned out their tree it wasn’t going to happen.
With our dreams dashed we were forced to find accommodation just outside town and make plans for tomorrow. We stayed at Auberge Mer Rouge which run by two local woman and was surprisingly good considering the mess of a town just down the road.
Night 4 - Exploring Djibouti Plan B
With our plans out the window and forced to turn around we now had to decide what to do. It was almost dejectedly that we decided to head back to the point we didn’t reach the day before.
The beach we slept on with our disappointing point in the distance
Back at the beach with the point in the distance we made plans to reach it. With day packs and rods we waded through water and scaled over rocks nearing on a cliff until we made it. Was quite a walk in that heat.
The water looked amazing and I’m sure there’s good fish to be had but we didn’t find them. Very disappointingly we only caught small GT and pick handle barracuda. We caught a few but didn’t get anything big. That night we sleep under the stars back on the beach. At beautiful night and the number of stars you see on a dark night in Africa is spectacular. It almost made up for the slow day’s fishing. The next morning we were heading back down to Lac Ghoubet which we’d passed on the first day.
Rocky Djibouti Coastline
Night 5 - Lac Ghoubet
Arriving back at Lac Ghoubet early that morning we were immediately struck by the bait balls and action on the surface. We fished a small section at the back of Lac Ghoubet that day and the next until heading back to the airport. To say the fishing was phenomenal is an understatement. The fishing blew us away. We caught a variety of fish and got stuck into the big GT.
We caught fish, we got bust off, we saw even bigger fish. It was amazing. It was everything we’d hoped for and more. It was the reason we’d come to Djibouti. We’d discovered a little piece of fishing heaven. These last two days deserve an article to themselves to which I’ll duly oblige. Read it see why I’m bubbling about the fishing we found.
Djibouti GT, One of the many fish we got while exploring Djibouti
After the weeks of planning and dreaming about the potential fishing in Djibouti may hold we were finally on our way. One minor hiccup left, making sure our luggage wasn’t over weight. I have enough gear to equip an army so there’s always the challenge of keeping to the weight limit. Needless to say there was some last- minute repacking at the check-in and sweet talking which would make Casanova proud but we made it through without paying an extra. With that taken care of it was time to hit the lounge for quick beer to get into the holiday spirit.
Landing in Djibouti at midnight we were greeted by a typically African airport, old, rundown and the only plane on the runway but still took an age to get through customs.
Rocky Djibouti Coastline
Getting through customs
As with most African countries the customs officials have some strange ideas. Firstly they want your boarding passes from your home country till arriving in Djibouti, not just the last flight into Djibouti. Took some convincing that we had SA passports but lived in Qatar and hence had only flown from Qatar to Djibouti. Secondly and most strangely they ask for second ID to check your passport against. One passengers in front of me produced a library card because that was the only other ID on him. The customs officials seemed happy with that. TIA - This is Africa, don’t ask questions if it works for you.
That night we’d booked an Airbnb accommodation with Tom, an American guy that had lived in Djibouti for the last 14 years. He was a decent guy and was at the airport to meet us once we got through. He did charge us $20 for what was a 4km drive back to his place but hey it was midnight.
Getting Organized and Heading out into the unknown
After hardly sleeping we were up early the next morning to Rachel, tom’s wife, making a breakfast which hit the spot. With breakfast done it was off to pick up our car, an awesome old school Land Cruiser.
Next it was to the shops for food, supplies and 20lt containers for fuel. Then back home, packed our gear and we were off, all before 10am. Dam good going and way quicker than expected.
Our trusted steed ‘Donkey’ the Land Cruiser
Driving out into the unknown
It was a slow drive getting out of town. Firstly, because the cruiser we’d already nicknamed ‘Donkey’ battled to reach 100km/h downhill and second the hundreds of big trucks that head off to Ethiopia taking cargo from the harbor. Fortunately about 60kms in we turned off the RN9 towards Lac Assal and that road is all but deserted.
Excitement levels were fever pitch, Fred and I bubbling about the fishing that lay ahead when suddenly the mood sobered as we both stared in disbelief at a rocket launcher resting silently and abandoned in the desert not far off the road. Wild thoughts immediately start rushing through your head and you wonder if you’re bitten off more than you can chew. A little further down the road we came across a few American soldiers who had set up post a little way of the road next to their vehicle and with their own rocket launcher. We jumped to the conclusion that the army boys were carrying out a training exercise. True or not we’ll never know but with our minds at ease we plowed on forward. The thoughts of fish overpowering the worries of abandoned rocket launchers.
Two hours after leaving Djibouti we got our first glimpse of Lake Ghoubet. A stunning view over the whole bay as you descend down the rocky, barren mountains . The sea is beautiful, blue and deep while the coast rugged, broken volcanic rock. It’s quite a sight for a fisherman to behold.
Detour to Lac Assal
Before reaching the sea we made a quick detour to Lac Assal, the lowest point in Africa and the saltiest lake in the world. It’s located at the very top of the Great Rift Valley where the African continent is tearing itself apart. Staring at the lake and landscape around it you can how the rocks are being twisted and tortured as the continents separate. Desolate and other worldly is the only way to describe it. It looks very much how you imagine Mars with volcanic rock surrounding vast white, salt flats and a lake frothing white and lined with crystallized salt. Once on the salt flats we met two young Afar men that made a living selling salt, crystals and most fascinating salt encrusted goat skulls. After the customary bartering we came away with two goat skulls and a few salt crystals as mementos.
Fred in Lac Assal
Our First Taste of the Fishing in Djibouti
With out tourist excursion done it was back on our main mission, finding a spot to wet a line and test the fishing in Djibouti. The first place the road came near the coast was at a small, derelict harbor. The harbor was really just a rocky break water that ran out a couple hundred meters.
Break water forming a small habour isn’t much to look at but held incredible fish
Normally not a spot we’d stop at but being the first water we reached we decided to give it a bash. Not expecting too much we strolled down to check the water. First thing we found was a monster trigger fish caught in an abandoned fishing net in the back corner of the harbor. After rescuing it we then found a baby turtle also requiring rescuing.
Fred with the Trigger Fish he rescued
A dream start to the trip
With our good deed done for the day I pulled out my heavy GT setup. More because I wanted to test my new rod and reel, an 11ft Assassin Spinmaster and Shimano Stella 10k, than expecting a pull. Cast, cast then bang! On my 5th cast on the sheltered side there was a monstrous explosion behind my v-shape spoon. A 30kg plus GT smashed my spoon right on the surface and took off towards the old buoy lines still anchored in the bay. Knowing I’d lose the fish if she made to them I locked but after seconds of chaos. The worst feeling in the world, slack line. The hooks straightened by it’s incredibly powerful jaws.
Sprinting back to the car I tackled up properly with GT strength hooks and to replaced the slops with shoes. Minutes later was back casting a chisel nose plug. First cast nothing, second cast smash! On again but this time with a good barracuda. Djibouti had us hooked. What a dream start!
First fish landed and not even in fish gear yet
We fished the wall for another hour with follows from bonito but not more hook ups. Then we had to leave to make it around to our camp site near Tadjoura.
One last evening session
On arriving at camp just before sunset the water directly in front was too inviting not to have a throw. Out came the lighter setup, 30lb gear and a Rapala long cast stickbait. Fishing in shallow water over pristine coral reef I hooked a 7kg grouper. It dived straight for the coral, every time I pulled it out one hole I dived for the next. Eventually landed it and what a beautiful fish to end the day with.
With that day one was over and we were well and truly hooked on Djibouti.
Djibouti - Travelling to new, unexplored coastlines
For me one the most exciting aspects of fishing is the adventure of exploring new, unknown coastlines like Djibouti. The further off the beaten track the exploration take me the more I enjoy it. To me there’s nothing more exciting than driving hundreds or even thousands of kilometers over broken, potholed roads that could count on one hand the number of cars that pass over them in a year. Driving to reach a coastline so remote no foot prints scar the pristine beaches and the fish have never seen a lure. The incredible effort is takes to reach these untouched gems and the anticipation of not knowing what to expect, irrespective of how many hours you’ve spent on Google Earth studying the every minute, makes these trips an experience of a lifetime.
If you after real exploration, Africa is probably the last destination for true adventure left on the planet. It’s a combination of wild, undeveloped coastlines that require huge effort and planning to reach. Together with a certain element of danger it makes Africa the home of extreme fishing destinations.
Photos like this excite the fishermen in me.
The birth of an idea
When living in Qatar, as I’m currently doing, it’s almost a necessity to have your next holiday planned. Have something to look forward to. Don’t get me wrong Qatar is not a bad place to live but you need to get out every few months for sanities sake. For that reason Fred Davis, from Feathers and Flouro, and I over a few beers decided we needed to plan our next fishing trip.
Immediately Southern Oman popped up. (definitely worth a trip for those that haven’t been) We milled over it for some time but as both of us had fished there before we decided something new was in order. It was then that the idea of Djibouti got thrown around. For those of you that don’t know, Djibouti is a small country in North Africa which lays at the entrance to the Red Sea. Djibouti is extremely undeveloped and fishing wise almost totally unexplored by game fishermen, professional or social.
What got us excited about Djibouti is its location at the mouth of the Rea Sea. That and the fact that outside of the capital, also named Djibouti, there is almost no one. There are a few local villages but that is about it on hundreds of kilometres of coastline.
As they say, location is key to a good investment and Djibouti has location on its side. The country is located in the centre of three incredible fisheries, west is Sudan and Nubian flats, east is Socotra Island and north-east is Southern Oman. All of these are incredible fishing destinations producing monstrous GT in particular. It may just be an assumption for now but being in the middle of those three there’s a pretty strong chance that the same fish are along the Djibouti coast too.
Djibouti is famous for the Whale sharks that gather to breed each year
Let the Planning Begin
Once we’d decided that Djibouti was our spot it was time to get into serious planning mode. We intend to fly in, hire a 4×4 and explore the coastline game fishing off the rock and surf. With that in mind we first spent hours scouring Google Earth and nautical maps. With the aim to identify sections of the coastline that may hold the greatest potential. We looked for points and ledges with deep water in close proximity. Reefs and flats that may hold fish on the changing tides, areas of strong currents and turbulence where game fish would feed.We spent weeks looking for possible areas the fish would feed or hold up. Below is just an example of areas we identified as possible hot spots.
Added to this we obviously searched for any charter companies or guides that fish the area and any articles from earlier fishing expeditions to the area… there are few very. The only website of real interest we found was http://www.wildseaexpedition.com/en they look to have caught some great fish there which only added to our excitement, proving we were on the right track.
We identified the best potential fishing spots
Onto the serious stuff
We had satisfied ourselves that the coastline really could hold some undiscovered game fishing potential and it was worth perusing. Then it was time to plan how to get there, where to stay and what we needed to take with. Flights as it turned out were simple with Qatar Airways flying directly to Djibouti. Transport, hire a 4×4 from the airport that’s the simple part covered. The condition of the roads, our safety once out in the more remote areas, where to get fuel, what are police and road blocks like, all these and more we needed to find out about.
Again from hours searching the internet we gathered that the roads are virtually none existent once you move around to the west side of the Gulf of Tadjoura. Those still there are wrecked with potholes. Driving at night and anywhere near the Eritrea border are not recommended. There’s only appears to be one petrol station west of the gulf. Most of that is normal when travelling in Africa so that didn’t raise and major alarm bells.
What we found out that did concern us however was that there’s still a landmine concern in the country. This again isn’t uncommon in Africa and Djibouti does seem to have made a concerted effort to clear up most of them since the civil war ended. There is a risk that a few have been left undiscovered, especially in the more remote areas of the country.
Djibouti Lake Assal Salt Lake is the saltiest and lowest lake in Africa
Adapt as you go
This quite understandably has changed our initial plans slightly. We’ve decided that a local guide will be a benefit. One to keep us away from potential landmine areas and two guide us to the fishing spots we’ve identified. Although we’re taking tents and camping gear with we’ve decided to book into a local guest house for the first couple nights to suss out the area first (essentially staying with one of the locals in their house).
Fishing Tackle
With a little over three weeks until we leave and the travel plans all finally booked it’s now time to turn our attention to the important stuff… the fishing tackle. Check out my next post for the tackle we’ll be taking with us.
A Warning
I’ve lived and travel in Africa most of my life and explored most areas south of the Congo . I wouldn’t recommend doing an unguided trip without intimate knowledge of the country, its people and the potential dangers you may encounter. Be responsible when planning a trip and know your own limitations and abilities.
Getting the opportunity to catch Omani GT is the stuff of dreams. Southern Oman is without doubt the best spot in the world to target giant GT. Between October to April each year is the GT move into the area around the Hallaniyat islands of southern Oman. These are rough, rugged islands that rise up from the Indian Ocean hundreds of meters below forming the perfect terrain for GT to hunt in.
In October 2014 Matt and myself got a chance to spend a few days in Southern Oman with Noboundaries which is owned by Ed Nicholas. I was living in Qatar and had drooled over the fish that Ed had caught ever since I moved to the Middle East. So when the opportunity came along I jumped at it.
Planning and Tackle
Once we set the dates we dived into planning mode, we spent months working on every detail. What rod and reel setups we’d need, which lures would work best, what fish to target besides GT, we thought of everything. My tackle recommendation for Oman would be the following setups for each angler:
Even the best laid plans occasionally unravel and that’s exactly what happened to us. Days before climbing on the plane ours plans were thrown on their head with one of the team having to pull out totally and Matt having to change his flight to a day later than originally planned. That left me flying in alone with all the gear, thankfully Qatar Airways is very lenient on sporting goods. What they aren’t so good at is the flight times to Salalah. So at 2am I climbed on the flight full of excitement but no one to share it with.
After a sleepless night I arrived at 6am local time and was met by Noboundaries’ driver. Then came the 3.5hr drive across a Marian like landscape to the little fishing village of Ash-Shuwaymiyyah were the lodge is located.
The first GT landed in Oman
Time to Fish for Omani GT
With the first crack on light on the horizon we launched on what was beautiful, flat Indian Ocean with hands shaking with anticipation of what lay ahead. The thing that amazed me during the hour-long ride out to the fishing grounds was the extent of life and action in the water. The whole way out there were schools of baitfish and larger fish breaking the surface. I’d never seen so much life visible on the surface over such a long distance.
Arriving at the islands we checked the tackle one last time then off flew the first cast of the huge 200g Cubera poppers. Wind, wind, pop and do I mean pop! You have to really give those huge poppers a good pull to get them making as big a splash and as much noise as possible to entice the huge GTs out the depth. Don’t let anyone kid you popping for these giant GT is hard work and involves hours and days of casting that lure over and over again.
Breaking the ice
Until suddenly and almost unexpectedly there’s a huge explosion behind your lure. The first pull we had was from a pack of 30kg GT’s that came in swarming after our lures. Smash, smash and both Matt and I were on. Then just as quickly mine came off, wind, wind, pop and smash again. Strike, strike and I was back on again. Absolute chaos and excitement had us shouting with joy and beaming from ear to ear.
Once the initial chaos and adrenalin died down then came the task of hanging on. Trying to keep the fish from reaching the reef 30m down. It’s then that you realize how incredibly strong these fish are and this was only a 30kg fish. I couldn’t wait to feel the strength of a real monster. Within a few minutes the hooks pulled on Matt’s fish unfortunately but a little while later I managed to boat my fish. There it was my first Omani GT, by no means a monster for Omani standards, but still a really good fish.
After that first smash the wind died down and the sea glassed over. With that the geets disappeared and it became a long, hot morning of us throwing cast after cast with no further action.
With the sun up high and the shoulders burning we decided to have lunch and turn our attention to light tackle. On the light sticks we had some great fun catching AJs, big eye and black tip trevally and bonito.
Light Tackle Delights
The fish we came for
Rounding on 1pm we came across a shoal of bonito feeding on the surface. We were having some great fun getting stuck into these boys with light sticks and tiny spoons when there was a big swirl 200m in front of us. No one saw what it was but straight away our skipper gunned the motors to get in range. I dived for the big GT stick still with the Cubera popper on from the morning.
First cast, pop, pop and up came the most monster smash I’d ever seen. The swirl it left was just enormous. Instantly my line went taut. Striking as hard as I could to make should the hooks penetrated through its bone hard mouth. Then the fight was on, the drag almost full. At stages I thought I may even get pulled out the boat. It was immense, I’d never felt a fish that strong. After 20mins of back-breaking tussling a giant Omani GT head broke the surface to screams of excitement from all aboard. Mo, the skipper, gaffed it in the lip and together we lifted a 50Kg monster on deck. What an incredible fish, beauty and power combining to form one of the most formidable predators in the ocean. Quickly we weighed the fish and after a few quick photos it was carefully released to fight another day.
50kg Monster Omani GT
Home time comes too quickly
Even after all the planning and prep then last-minute changes we only managed three days of fishing. We caught some great fish and had a great time out on the water. Southern Oman is definitely worth a trip and there is some incredible fishing to be had but don’t let anyone fool you. Its hard fishing and long hours spent on the water, casting until your arms are falling off and your shoulders are on fire. Would I recommend a trip to Southern Oman to target Omani GT? Absolutely! And if you do, Noboundaries is the company you want to use.
