Sandwich Bait and Tackle

M’lud glowers sternly at the raggle taggle bunch in the dock, clad in one-piece suits and moon boots.”Anglers, you stand before me charged with apathy,” he roars as their heads hang in shame. “How do you plead?”Angling’s on trial whether we like it or not. And they’ve got us bang to rights when it comes…

It was all very wild, wild enough to claim the lives of many a would-be hero, bent on discovering the source of this or that river, or hoping to make his fortune by re-discovering King Solomon’s lost diamond mine. Africa can still kill you, if you’re stupid enough to venture up places like the Congo…

Up until about the middle of the 1990’s most American anglers looked upon the carp as a trash fish only fit for the roses. I can tell you it’s now a different story. Today many American anglers are chucking flies for carp and thoroughly enjoying the experience. As they tell me “These carp fight hard…

I won the individual title back in 1988 and since then have managed top spot in the Sunday team event and two firsts in the bank holiday Monday Wychavon event. In addition I’ve managed to get many more high placings over the past few seasons – so you can see how much I look forward…

I am sure that the Met Office deliberately give us pessimistic forecasts so that we are pleased when it turns out better than their multi-million pound state of the art computers have predicted. My pal Mike Concannon had spent months organising the Eagle Claw Dartmouth Plaice Festival, he was putting on a brave face, telling…

We are trolling slowly homewards at the end of Major and Mrs. Bruce Kinloch’s two-day charter. It has been both a celebration of fifty years of marriage, and a quest to find a blue marlin for the Major, who – despite some forty years of service on the African coast in various civil positions –…