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Yet there is something about this time of day which has a magic of its own. For those unfortunate souls who have never encountered those clear still moments one can only feel that somehow they are missing out on nature at its best by not sharing the aesthetic beauty and enchantment that is fishing.Such mornings…

But I do have several photo’ albums, and occasionally I glance through them and remember much of my lifetime of angling. Just one picture can bring back so many memories, as the brain’s ability to wander from thought to thought multiplies that one picture into many others. Flashbacks!For example, I found a picture of my…

One of the best baits there is, is bread. Now, I’m not going to talk about big bits of floating bread for carp or anything like that, I’m going to talk about little tiny bits of bread, the biggest about an eighth of an inch size, and the bread punch.When I was a youngster, a…

I did two one-night sessions and neither were very inspiring. Both were in fact, days when the lake was packed out. Both then, you will not be surprised to hear, were complete blanks for me. Too busy for the carp to get in the edge and too busy for the carp to feed confidently at…

It was drizzling on the afternoon I went to visit the 88-year-old Pariente, who was quick to point out that he took up fly-fishing in the Forties, when Spain was recovering from its civil war and waders were just beginning to make their way into the country from across the Pyrenees. That one of the…

I fish mainly as a team with two friends, Adam and Sam. Fishing in this way, with three pairs of eyes looking at the lakes and three brains (well two and a bit) thinking about the fishes moods and movements has been so useful. I can’t stand the way some carp anglers are so ‘cliquey’…