Managed to squeeze in an hour or so fishing the Wharfe last night. Half an hour getting my fishing gear etc together, 25 minute drive, 10 minutes tackling up, 15 minute walk to river, in reality I’d say about 1…
A new dimension to Yorkshire Fly Fishing
In a moment of post Christmas madness I decided to buy myself a drone! A primary driver was the notion of filming myself out on my mountain bike up on the North Yorkshire Moors, Yorkshire Dales, Lake District hills etc…
Assynt Blog 2023
It’s 7:30 in the evening, I’m holed up in a 1 man tent half way up a mountain and I’m defecating into an Asda tie handle freezer bag to the incessant sound of rain drumming against the fly sheet. Only,…
Things get weird in Wales
Last October I managed to swing a weekend away with Stu to go do some pike fishing at our ‘never fail’ venue down in Wales. I shall not name it, but it’s a big man made reservoir with an interesting…
Do you want to join our angling club?
Our little Fly Fishing Club, Roundhay Fly Fishers currently has room for a few more anglers. For what we believe is excellent value at £100 you get access to a mile of the River Wharfe near Burley and a beautiful,…
Wet n’dry
Twitter is addictive, it’s digital crack for the feeble minded (myself included). It’s also a reflection on how messed up the human race has become. You sit there thumbing through pictures of kittens/tanks getting blown up/motivational posts/arguments with death threats…
Nymphmaniac and a French Letter
I barely fished over Winter, what with family commitments, trying to keep fit and lousy weather all occupying/affecting any time not spent at my desk pushing ones and zeros around the ether in an increasingly dull but stressful job. What…
Catching up
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…