The Predator

I knew where the predator lay. I'd spotted the give-away movement in the shadow of the bush. It was a short cast, but a difficult one. I flicked the homemade lure to land just beneath the lower branches. I saw the movement as the predator turned. Hardly daring to breath I tightened the line and

A Change Is As Good As A Rest

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

Ducks And Other Little Things

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

A Change In Venues

Although my first real attempts at catching fish were in the North Sea, I became a freshwater angler when my parents moved to Luton, which is just about as far from the sea as one can get in England. However, my love for sea fishing never left me, and once I had some decent transport,

The Spin Doctors’ Lure Angling Oddessy – Part One

Back to Basics On the evening of March 16th 1999, I was enjoying a cold glass of Irish black stuff with my friend Paul. I’d known Paul for a couple of years, having been brought together by our mutual love of loud music and electric guitars. Talk, as ever, centred around the usual subjects; music,