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From Boy To Fisherman

At barely twelve years of age, our eldest son, Kristopher, has barred his mother from the bathroom while he bathes. No longer will he allow her to choose his clothes or see him without any. My wife grieves privately at this partial loss of her firstborn. Her second- and third-born, TJ and Steven, although a

Tench

And how to catch them

The Magic Of Mullet

The daffodil flowers faded not so long ago. Now their leaves are starting to wither untidily among the long weedy grass stems. I shan't cut them just yet, not if I want an even better display next year. Most of the buds on the surrounding trees have exploded into a green haze, among the branches

Flavours And Additives

For those of you who don't know me, I've been around for so long I don't even believe it myself! It's been said that when I started fishing the Dead Sea was only sick! In the late 1950's I modeled myself on Dick Walker, complete with floppy hat and cane MK IV's. Through the sixties

The Distant Past

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