Carp Fishing Articles
A Mistake With A Monster My return to England in 1969 marked some very significant changes to my life, none of them very conducive to doing much fishing. Not only did I have to go to work every day, but I also got married to the 'wife from hell' and not long after that I
Moor Flung Dung We returned from our holiday in late August, just in time to get a new reservoir permit, but unfortunately didn't return to our apartment in Pockfulham. Instead we went to a new one in Repulse Bay, our furniture and personal belongings had all been moved for us while we were on holiday.
In his last article, you'll remember condescending carp angler Mark Cunnington gave you the lowdown on all the equipment it takes to change from a matchman to a carpman. This issue we look at the things that can't be bought; actions, mannerisms, what to say and what to do, how to act and behave. All
Early evening, after a long, hot day and the consumption of a full flask of coffee, a six pack of Diet Coke and a litre or two of lemonade, Hubby was desperate to reduce the pressure. 'It's no good,' he said. 'I've got to have a sprinkle. Look the other way for a minute.' As
There comes a point in everyone's life that there has to be change to overcome the mundane similarities of day to day living and of course weekend to weekend leisure. The familiar becomes mundane and hackneyed, much like the title of this article, and the only hope to regain that momentum we call enthusiasm is