Martin hasn't got over it. Fishing the Wye with Trefor West and Joe Chatterton, he hooked but then lost what all agreed was a hug...

Martin finally improved and put his summer long 'double' dearth to bed the other night. Three in the one session he had, and all w...

A fortnight since I last caught a decent fish, last night I went down the Avon with Martin, carrying along minimal tackle but also the bur...

To the shops! Between yesterday's morning and evening work commitments I had a short session planned on a local free still water. ...

Finally, I have my license to fish and with a trip down the Avon planned for Friday evening I think I'll rack up a few scores on the B...

The scores afternoon of the 19th of June With the Blogger's Challenge off to a flyer,  most of the field round the first bend and ...

I'd caught many hundreds of zander in my long and illustrious zander career. Sometimes, it'd seemed, with the rosy hindsight provi...

You know it's true. Every swim has one. There or nowhere. All or nothing. This particular swim has a very precise one. 'The Hole...

After years of dragging me round to fish just about every mill on the Warwickshire Avon but failing to find his thrill, at a new venue t...

Catching chub on trotted maggots and trundled meat respectively but singularly failing to lure even a small one between us in long hours se...