You never know with rivers what you're gonna get. Last week I had to wait ages for it to come down to acceptable conditions and then w...

In pursuit of the river's elusive gudgeon, last weekend I went back to the scene of the previous week's less than successful m...

Having lost my minnows, not yet found my gudgeon, and more than a little concerned about catching bullheads for the hell of it, I was at a...

When I got home last week I was chilled to the marrow but quite excited by the unfolding drama I'd experienced.  It had warmed my hear...

Reading of James Denison and Brian Robert's recent exploits with the big gudgeon of the London chalk streams reminded me that I once...

On the day after boxing day, a day that has always been and shall forever remain as nameless as the back of the knee or the inside of the e...

That's how many species I caught today... According to plan I should have been bagging up on at least one and hopefully three target s...

Sunday dawned bright and clear and with not only an utterly cloudless sky but one also minus the ubiquitous Coventry contrail display that s...