I was 8 years old when I saw my first eagle. We were holidaying on Arran and it rained every day for a fortnight. But it didn’t matter that Scotland was wet, I had gone with a firm belief that I would find gold in the mountains and despite the conditions, serendipity soared over usContinue reading “White-tail”
Tag Archives: Tench
Stranger Things
Despite the recent heatwave, the blistering temperatures and sweaty, sleepless nights, it still feels as though we are waiting for summer. Not a settled period of pleasant warmth and sunshine, but more the essence of the season. A sense of stopping and feeling, a pause of worry and an ease of workload. An expectationContinue reading “Stranger Things”
The last tench of Summer
I played Santa last Christmas. At least, I played a very small part of being Santa. My mother had filled a sack with presents and set up the moment – all I had to do was slip out and ‘deliver’ it without any of my nephews or nieces suspecting anything. As it was, I didn’tContinue reading “The last tench of Summer”
A new season in the Sun
Tench were the target, as they so often are on Opening Day, but it was difficult to ignore the carp nosing through the lily pads in front of me. I had taken a carp rod, the one that Andy had leant me on our Ashmead jaunt in the autumn, and I threaded the rings andContinue reading “A new season in the Sun”
Summer Crus
Such is the delicious intensity of the final few weeks of the fishing season, the slightly lengthening days countered by the shortening of opportunity, that when it stops, I cannot believe for a second that come June I will be so laid back about my fishing. I’m still inspired, but in a very different way.Continue reading “Summer Crus”
More Tench….
Time has not been my friend so far this season. After Opening Day I have only been able to squeeze one evening’s fishing in – and I had to return to the same lake. It was brighter and warmer and I headed straight for the swim where I caught previously. The weed had thickened andContinue reading “More Tench….”
Opening Day
It came around a bit too quickly this year and caught me slightly off guard, but still my sleep was fitful on the night of the 15th. Opening Day really is a bit special. So much happens in three months, and though the first fingers of spring were gently gripping in mid March, you stepContinue reading “Opening Day”
Kevin Parr 