Dream Come True…

Around the first weekend in November a strange phenomenon happens in the Duchy, local match anglers that have seemingly hibernated

Time is just passing me by at the moment; I have just not found enough of the precious commodity to

It was hard to believe that the Maver Festival at White Acres heralded the start of autumn fishing season. Not

It must be at least two years that a few of us have tried to get out sea fishing, with

Last weekend was a blur one minute I was visiting family in Essex and the next I am planning a

It was never really going to happen, a week completely away from fishing. As I loaded the car for our