The Intrepid Piscator

I know a place not far away, where I can have this solitude. I can wander the fields, unhindered, locate barbel easily and catch a few ...

The clanging of agricultural gates and rutted roadways. The dodging of the cow pat and nervously passing my bovine companions. Pigeon...

To be roused by Lady Sarah with the words, "What time were you supposed to be up?" is never ideal. "5.45", my rep...

There are those that think the pool is finished, a muddy, weedless shadow of her former self. It's easy to be dismissive, negative...

The sounds of the city, Sifting through trees, Settle like dust On the shoulders Of the old friends Take a look at these two...

  I purchased something special today. I am an acquaintance to the son of a sadly departed pillar of the local angling community, a ...

I found myself at the Fence Pitch, sitting, watching, waiting. I should have really been concentrating on the scarlet tip placed just ...