So, how did we get on, Ian and I, on our second day on the river Wensum. Day One had... Read More
By a raft of good fortune and with a lot of help from friends, I am in the market for... Read More
My very first cast into Ireland’s massive lough Erne landed me a twenty-five-pound pike. That was two decades ago and... Read More
Poles Apart is published by Coch-y-Bonddu Books, and hit our shelves back in 2013. In our view, it remains one... Read More
Apologies to Thomas Hardy for nicking his title, but events have taken me back to Norfolk this week, not to... Read More
Many of us were brought up in our fishing infancy by the wise words of Mr Crabtree, aka Bernard Venables.... Read More
These pictures from Monday have raised eyebrows amongst my friends, and indeed are impressive in their biblical, dawn-of-time way. Of... Read More
My piece on ‘Concentration, Patience and Acceptance’ drew howls (there might be more puns coming) of laughter from those... Read More
I was delighted to spend today on the Wye with James Buckley and dad, Rob. If there is a nicer... Read More
I have a great regard for Fish Legal, the pollution fighting arm of the Angling Trust. Yesterday they sent all... Read More
I have written here that a few pals and I have both rented a stretch of Wye and begun renovation... Read More
It seems that we are back to the formality of “Mr Buller” once more, and the handwriting is even more... Read More
I enjoyed the privilege of fishing alongside Dave Coster a couple of days last week, just before rain drove the... Read More
Well, my great friend Simon spent yesterday getting me in part conversant with my Facebook account that I had let... Read More
Well, the frost-rimed fields around my house suggest winter sure is back, and yesterday when the sun got up, I... 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 am not here to praise Fishing Breaks or suggest that you book a day on a chalk stream with... Read More
For a long time I have been brooding about a barbel technique I flirted with around 1998/1999. In short, to... Read More
Life eh? All summer we have have been bemoaning river levels too low then, in a trice, the Wye is... Read More
On Monday just gone Enoka’s first grayling came from a tributary of the Wye and fell for a Squirmy Wormy,... Read More
I spent a nostalgic Sunday assembling the Buller/Alston correspondence into some sort of order, and being generally appalled by the... Read More