The Soar With A Bare Head Smash! My radio alarm clock was once more hurled across the bedroom as it dared shout local news at my slumbering form. Local news for local people! Who cares? Nobody at 5:30 a.m. It was June the 16th. For some odd reason all this lure fishing, and blanking, had
Out On A Limb As April turned into May something extraordinary happened. As I was sitting in my office dreaming of the two pike I had outwitted the previous week, I began to feel discomfort in my eyes. I couldn’t work it out. I could barely make out what I had written on the computer
I have written it before and will, no doubt, do so again - the simple things are often the best. Complicated rigs will catch fish, but then so do simple rigs and you cannot get anything more simple than a rod, reel, line and hook, though I suppose you could even do away with the
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
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.