I’ve owned a copy of this hand-written document for a long time, always kept secret, for it has long been a source of knowledge and inspiration… Continue Reading →
With the Trent still high and carrying colour there was only one place to be and one species to target. Barbel. Unfortunately the river dropped a full four feet in Continue Reading →
Those Were The Days I’m guessing that I fished my first club match when I was 12, maybe thirteen. Toll Bar Angling Club was typical of hundreds of similar clubs Continue Reading →