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.
First Blood! All week I’d been pestering Paul about his spinning technique; which spinner, what depth, style of retrieve and so on. Paul was his usual dry self and just told me he’d been doing everything to induce a take. By the point he hooked and landed the fat Jack he forgotten what he’d done
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
This weekend the weather has been diabolical. It's been so bad that our annual Air Show didn't quite take off. Oh, the planes were up there, all right, we could hear them, but as for actually seeing anything much â€“ forget it. Rain and wind rattled window panes, had birds and squirrels clinging on to
How to lose lures and not influence fish It was nearing half past one in the morning in the rusty old van. We were reflecting on yet another mad gig, this time in Hinckley. Playing in a thrash band can be a dangerous thing, and we’d caused another near riot in an ill-prepared pub. Still,