An Early Start I was woken at four in the morning by my father, it was sometime in July 1958 and I was going carp fishing for the first time. Today was the culmination of several weeks of preparation, my cousin had modified our rods by building solid glass tip sections and replacing the snake
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
I have fished the marshes of the Pevensey levels and the Romney Marsh since the early fifties and remember the Wallers Haven when it used to run by the garden of the Star Inn. In those days, Carp were very rare and the Wallers Haven had a different name, it was called the Pevensey Sluice.
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