From the banks of the Wye

The 16th just hasn't been the same for me since I began Spring carp fishing. That, plus the Wye rarely starts with much gusto. Gone are ...

Wednesday My lad was fishing his new syndicate water for the first time. I was not jealous, I had after all, declined a ticket there myself...

There's been very little rhythm in my year so far. I'm still not fishing to a plan, or indeed want to, but now, having transport aga...

                                            The   business end of a female Comizo Barbel  A few months ago, my old mate Tony Rocca wrote an ...

As you may have experienced, we've had a drop of rain of late. Around me, inland seas appeared including the proposed site of a new ho...

Steaming out of Poole Harbour onboard a boat full of blokes, most of which I had never met, I was full of anticipation and excitement. The t...

I've previously blogged about my first fishing trip way back in 1964 and followed it up with a nostalgic visit some eight years or so ag...