Bubble Watching at Bury Hill
My alarm goes off. It’s 4am and still dark outside. Bleary eyed I get myself up, have a bite or two from last night’s pizza…
My alarm goes off. It’s 4am and still dark outside. Bleary eyed I get myself up, have a bite or two from last night’s pizza…
Dawn on day two found Adrian and myself at the base of the Upper Soca gorge, just upstream of the confluence with the Lepena. This…
Mention fishing in Slovenia and I’m game. It’s not a destination that I’d call easy – but what it does offer is spectacular scenery, emerald rivers,…
A few weeks ago the prospect of a mixed-method, multi-species bonanza on a different chalkstream was all it took to tempt a dozen Wandle Piscators…
Although genuine predator-fishing opportunities on the Wandle are few and far between (read: some of us think we once saw a single hammer-handle pike, and…
Finally the day we’d both been waiting for dawned. The Driffield Beck day! Saddleworth lies on the furthest western boundary of Yorkshire, and Driffield pretty…
After the fine start in Hampshire detailed on my previous blog the fishing stag cut its numbers by half – Theo returning to his desk…
With my wedding looming I decided a few final days fishing as a free man were required. And where better to start this four day fishing…
While sitting at home in front of the computer trying to catch up with my studies, I get a text message. It’s R who is…
After months of waiting, four of us find ourselves in a car heading north. Inside, the boot is packed to the rafters with tackle, while…