Last month, remember, I went on a bit about Fishing Pornography – the way some angling writers, after a buckshee trip from an airline or whatever, repay the freebie by writing in glowing terms about the fishing, whether it was good, poor or shudderingly lousy. Singing for their supper. Or, in the trade, ‘blue sky-ing’.So this month, I thought, I’ll tell a different sort of story
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Last year brought about a few changes in the world of angling that may benefit all of us in the future, and the hope that by the end of 1968 we will be just a bit stronger politically by becoming a unanimous and persuasive voice to those people who are supposed to listen. The opportunities…
Rutland Water fished as no other fishery in the country could possibly manage for the two day final held last weekend. On Friday, the first of the days, conditions looked hopeless as the sun blazed out of a cloudless sky and the wind grew in strength throughout the day – yet anglers caught fish consistently…
Loch Katrine – 8 miles long, around a mile wide, and surrounded by slopes clad in marvellous mixed woodland of oak, birch and rowan, backed by mountain peaks with mysterious Gaelic names; Beinn Chabhair (933m), Stob a’Choin (869m) and Ben Venue (727m), to name but a few. The scenery is literally legendary – immortalised by…
Imagine a fish similar in size to a sea-trout, living in shallow tropical seas, takeable on lures cast with reservoir fly tackle, and whose first unstoppable run could be not far short of two hundred yards. No need to imagine – such a fish exists. It’s the Bonefish (Albula vulpes), often called “the grey ghost…
It was a wild, desolate and beautiful place. Acres of rocks, kelp and bladder-wrack interspersed with spits of shingle and sand. Rushing green slides of clear tidal water ran like rivers in flood between boulders of granite, all of it stretching away towards the horizon. A place of currents, washed out shells, where a myriad…