09/07/2026
A WEEK ON AFRICA’S WILD COAST
From the fishing memories of Capt. Brad Phillips
Most fishermen have had one of those trips where everything that can possibly go wrong seems determined to do exactly that. World-renowned big-game captain Brad Phillips had one in December 1991 on South Africa’s legendary Wild Coast. More than three decades later, it remains one of those fishing stories that almost defies belief.
Brad had grown up fishing with his Uncle Julie and Aunty Ros aboard Jay-D, competing out of the Cintsa Ski-Boat Club. This particular week began innocently enough, with eight-year-old Michael catching a 6.4-kilogram geelbek, nearly as long as he was.
Getting it to the weigh-in became the first adventure. Their ancient 1940 Massey Harris beach-launch tractor refused to cooperate. With the deadline approaching, the crew stripped the carburetor, repaired it on the beach and reached the scales with only minutes to spare. That should have been enough excitement for one tournament. It wasn't even close.
A few days later, Julie's daughter Liesl joined them for a short fishing trip, slipped during the launch and cut her foot badly enough to require stitches. While Aunty Ros was driving her to the doctor, a surfboard flew from another vehicle directly toward their windshield. It bounced at the last instant, narrowly missing them.
The following morning another crew member took Julie's nearly new Lada 4x4 up the beach to collect mussels. He managed to put it into the Kwenxura River. Not beside the river. In it.
The water went over the bonnet while the children climbed onto the roof rack. After the vehicle was pulled out, fish reportedly came pouring through the doors with the water. The crew spent what should have been tournament-preparation day stripping the Lada, draining fluids, flushing the engine and trying to bring it back to life. They succeeded. Surely, they thought, their run of bad luck was over. Then came Monday.
Jay-D headed about 15 miles offshore into the powerful Agulhas Current. The crew located an underwater pinnacle rising from roughly 243 feet to just 83 feet and prepared to anchor in extremely rough seas. Suddenly several enormous waves broke across the bow. The forward deck filled with water. The boat began to dive. Drain tunnels beneath the cabin were blocked, preventing the tremendous volume of water from escaping. With the bow down and the boat listing badly, the crew realized they were in serious trouble.
Life jackets and fishing gear were floating around the boat. One frightened crew member cried out that he didn't want to drown. Julie remained at the controls.
He turned hard and opened the throttles, trying to get Jay-D around and into a following sea so the water could escape. At one point an outboard was submerged and the engines were virtually underwater.
Slowly, the boat responded. Then they discovered what had helped cause the problem. Clothing had blocked the drain tunnels. Whole squid had clogged the forward hatch drains. Once the obstructions were removed, the water finally began pouring out. A sealed hatch containing about 105 cubic feet of trapped air had provided enough buoyancy to help keep Jay-D afloat. They had very nearly lost the boat.
Most fishermen would have headed directly for shore. These guys went back to fishing. And promptly wrapped the anchor rope around an outboard propeller. Twenty-year-old Clint climbed onto the motor with a knife while Brad held him as waves crashed over them. Another crew member eventually went overboard to finish freeing the propeller. The crew sacrificed the anchor, chain and rope.
Then Julie accidentally dropped a Daiwa reel overboard. At that point, an Arctic tern appeared, circled the boat and landed on Clint's head. They decided it had to be a sign that their luck was finally changing.
Eventually Jay-D made it back to the beach. The exhausted crew hauled her out and opened a few beers, well aware that the day's outcome could have been very different. Brad remembers the conclusion reached by the crew: “Africa is not a place for sissies.”
The Wild Coast certainly lived up to its name that week. And after the disabled tractor, stitches, flying surfboard, drowned Lada, nearly sunken boat, fouled propeller, lost anchor and drowned fishing reel, there was one final punch line. The following morning Brad and Julie drove to get fuel. After stopping to tell the Club Commodore the whole incredible story, they pulled away... and ran out of gas.
Yet somehow, when the tournament was finished, Jay-D and her crew had placed second overall. Brad Phillips was named Top Angler and took Heaviest Fish. Julie and Peter Smith also caught previously tagged fish, including one Julie himself had tagged the year before.
Brad would go on to become one of the best-known big-game captains in the world, but some of the lessons that helped make him that captain were learned much earlier, aboard Jay-D in the unforgiving waters of Southern Africa.
Fishing has a way of providing an education that can't be found in any classroom. Sometimes you learn about fish. Sometimes you learn about boats. And every once in a while, you learn just how thin the line can be between a great fishing story and a tragedy. Fortunately, this one became a great fishing story.
— Bimini Twist Library
Adapted from the recollections of Capt. Brad Phillips.