In the late 1950’s I paid my first visit to Tring Reservoirs, and although it appeared to be an inauspicious event at the time, it was one that influenced a great deal of my fishing for many years after it. I had heard of the huge bags of bream that had been taken in the
By Peter Stone I am often asked which is my favourite species. I haven't one, but if I was asked which I consider the most spectacular species I would not even have to stop and consider. For one stands head and shoulders above the others - Perch. The first fish I can recall which pulled
Ice crystals keep trying to form amongst the brown and broken weed stems, then a cold blast of air sweeps across the water to lash my face, and the crystals are gone. I had arrived at the water over two biteless hours ago, warmed by the car's heater, and full of optimistic expectation. The warmth
There will come a time in the life of a fishing widow when your teenaged anglers decide that they want to go on a fishing holiday with their friends, one of whom has access to his mother's car for the week. Of course they do. It's all part of the growing up process, the beginning
I'm sure my brain cells are being destroyed by global warming, or something -possibly gin. At our final work party, a few weeks ago, Jack attempted to clear one of the remote swims. A fair sized tree had tumbled from the high banks of the country park which lies adjacent and landed in the lake.