Quick post just to record a session I had back in October, a rare half a day to get out and wet a line. Still determined to get to grips with French Nymphing and actually get good at it. I…
Assynt solo 2021
It could be argued that my trip to Assynt this year began on the toilet. It sounded like I was emptying buckets of water down the khazi but the reality was that me and the rest of our household were…
Quick session on the Wharfe
Saturday night was a damp squib as I was still feeling out of sorts from another dose of Astra Zeneca’s finest and a week of rubbish sleep. I only had a couple of beers and retired to bed relatively early…
No fishing. “Lockdown Part 3:This Time it’s Fuckery”
Lockdown roundup
“vicarious experienced as a result of watching, listening to, or reading about the activities of other people, rather than by doing the activities yourself“ I’ve not really missed fishing during lockdown. Even if we had been allowed to go fishing,…
Waders…
You may recall that during my last fishing excursion I discovered my nearly-new 5mm Ocean neoprene chest waders were leaking quite badly. No fun in Winter! I weighed up the pros and cons of getting them fixed by the legendary…
Why are pike anglers such big f*ckers?
There are some fishing trips where no fish are caught that will nevertheless justify a fairly involved write up. This, to be fair, is not one of those. We were both keen to do some deadbaiting (despite conditions not being…
Down and across – no shame
Another fishing opportunity arose on Monday so I took myself off to the Wharfe for the afternoon. It had been raining but the river levels website suggested it was coming down so screw it, worth a punt. I also wanted…
Well, I made it to Scotland…
Last week we were up in the Highlands for our first family holiday. As many of you know, every year since 1997 I have penetrated Scotland to various degrees for a week of angling adventures. Sometimes we entered only a…
Been waiting 4 months for this!
As some of you may recall my priorities have somewhat changed this year due to becoming a father. Since the end of April I have not wet a line or even tied a fly although I can’t blame it all…