I made an unexpected return to the Wye valley a week or two back. A celebration for Nick’s 50th to which I was generously invited. I only fished for the final couple of days but missed very little earlier in the week. On the Monday, Nick and Tony had arrived to find a river inContinue reading “Autumn winds”
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Wye do we fish?
A week ago I was heading north-west with Chris and Merv, the passenger window down and a familiar tale of footballing woe emanating from St Mary’s via the speakers of the car radio. The day was soft and hazy. The sun warm and the breeze light. We chatted, laughed and spoke excitedly of the fishingContinue reading “Wye do we fish?”
I like to reflect at the end of the fishing season, and enjoy a mildly indulgent reminisce. I don’t diary my catches and nor do I keep tallies of the fish I have taken, so it can be pleasantly surprising to look back and remind myself of some of the finer moments. This spring hasContinue reading “Busy Busy”
It is some years since I began to fall out of love with barbel fishing. It wasn’t the fish that put me off, but the attitude of some anglers left me a little cold. Things began to get a bit too serious – conversations became guarded, bait boxes would be stashed out of sight, andContinue reading “At last…..”
Wow. What a river the Wye is. And what a piece of water flows through the gorge at Symonds Yat. It is as stunning a stretch as I have ever fished. We arrived on Sunday afternoon – Merv driving, Chris and I gabbling about the football match the evening before (Saints won 3-1 at Chelsea.Continue reading “The Wye”