The Strolling Bones

Isn't that what the carpies say when the fish are feeding ? Well,they are. Yesterday was cool and windy. I drove over the bridge and pul...

After a few days work it was time to get the fly rod out for a go for the mullet. I'd no idea what to expect, as I'd not tried for f...

Back home after four and a half weeks, another great trip with a few ups and downs. Three van tyres replaced ( long story ), six hundred qui...

One thing was clear. I'd hit the river at exactly the right time. It was time to make hay, so next morning,  as usual, I was out at dawn...

No, its not, as everyone will tell you, mullet. It's asp. A few years ago when I was feeder fishing on the Ijssel, I kept seeing fish be...

The Ijssel was a bit of a disappointment. The river had dropped four or five feet since we'd last seen it a couple of weeks ago. Plenty ...

Change of scenery, we moved southwards on to the island of Lolland in southern Denmark. Couple of lovely park ups, some interesting fishing ...