From The Privvy – Chapter Ten

An Eventful Season The close season that followed was spent working hard and before I knew it June had arrived, I hadn't made up my mind where to fish but wasn't too worried as something would turn up. I had several options but just couldn't make my mind up. June the eleventh and I still

Memories and Milestones

A Story Of Thirty Years A Fisherman In The South I was 10 years old when I had my first fishing outing. Uncle Laurie, the only member of my family that fished took me to the Greenford canal, underneath the Electricity pylons. The day finished badly, in the local hospital having a size 12 hook

I've Got Worms

September. A misty, late afternoon rain has dampened the ground, and now an evening mist is moving through the shrubbery. Perfect conditions for night-time stalking. Moving quietly and slowly is the key, all senses attuned for the slightest sign. I see my target, wait my moment, then strike! Success! Now the tussle begins, as my

The Restocking Of The Etangs de la Croix Blanche

Acquiring the "Etangs de la Croix Blanche" I must admit, was a huge stroke of good fortune. I had been toying with the idea of my own waters for some time. I had had enough of the rat race Paris had become. But dreaming of such a project and turning it in to reality, however,

Thanks B. V.

I was actually going to get some time to go fishing! Both daughters were planning to be out late, which means that they won't appear until about 1pm, and David was off to a concert. Brenda could have a long lie in and I could be up early, and sneaking quietly out of the door