The Strolling Bones

No, not the England of little Tommy, Mr Toad and the flagshaggers, an England that still exists, hanging on, whilst the shitehawks, grifters...

It's warm, sunny and we've lost that nasty northerly wind, so that can only mean one thing. Time to get back on the tidal river. Bas...

With no further sign of grassies, the next morning I scaled down somewhat, to 7lb line and a strong size 10 with double corn, in the hope th...

Bully had seen that the best results came in the early morning, so the next morning saw both of us on the bank at dawn. The pre bait seemed ...

Well, we certainly picked a good week weather wise, dry and sunny for the most part, with temperatures in the mid to high teens. After the o...

Me and Bully are off on the night ferry to Holland on Tuesday,  this time on the canals after grass carp and tench and maybe a go for barbel...

Wak wanted a mullet on the fly, so plans were made. Monday, the weather looked reasonable, so we pencilled ìt in the diary Things were looki...