Interesting to see the Sunday Times magazine (January 9th 2022) covering the plight of the salmon netsmen of yore. The... Read More
In nearly all ways this letter speaks for itself. Buller’s “The Domesday Book of Mammoth Pike” was published first in... Read More
It seems that I cannot avoid Theo Pike. Yesterday I received an email from him, quite out of the blue.... Read More
Since my recent piece on the Exe I’ve been made aware of RETA, and many thanks for that Godfrey! The... Read More
When I wrote about the grayling in the Lugg adjoining the Leominster B&Q car park, a couple of you wrote... Read More
It’s a cold, dank day, with a vicious Northerly wind blowing down the valley. Hardly what I’d expect for the... Read More
In 1981, I rented a three mile stretch of the upper Bure around the village of Saxthorpe in North Norfolk.... Read More
I guess this time of the winter many of us will be thinking grayling, either on float or fly. (Personally,... Read More
After the festive period has been and gone, I felt a quick return to the Alston letters would be of... Read More
We all think we know Marina Gibson from her TV appearances, her social media presence and her written words, but... Read More
I don’t know if you have fished for asp, but if the chance arises, take it for sure. You ‘Aspers’... Read More
At my age, it takes a bit of nerve or stupidity to uproot your life and relocate 250 miles West.... Read More
So, Monday, I caught trout, but a fraction of the basket I would have expected back in 1981 when I... Read More
Tommy Makinson is a god. I don’t care if you are into Rugby League or not (and I wasn’t), Google... Read More
My nightly vigil on the middle Wye has provoked some comment, and there is much to add. Of course, the... Read More
I wonder what you made of Boxing Day’s Paul and Bob offering? Perhaps coarse anglers didn’t relate to salmon, and... Read More
Just the other day I talked about fishing for asp around Europe and the fringes of Asia even, and then... Read More
A few days ago I returned from a recce down the M5 to Exmoor, and I’m off to the Exe... Read More
Another bleak day in Norfolk, and hard to believe this is the start of July – though of old I... Read More
Monday, my first day back on the three mile beat of upper Bure that I rented forty years ago. It... Read More
Over the years I have found that there are some columns that write themselves, and others that are a struggle... Read More