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Having grabbed a few days holiday (ie. scouting trip for future packages), I packed my five weight Frequent Flyer and headed to the Austrian Tirol with my wife. Read More
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For those of you who are regular readers of my ramblings, you may remember my mate Jon, who responded to my lack of success on the muntjac front (an ongoing sore point) with news of medal-standard success, and photos of Chinese water deer. Well, he’s been at it again. Read More
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Some keepers stress on the day, berating the beaters as they race around trying to ensure that the birds are moving in the right direction and the right numbers to provide guns with the perfect day’s sport. Others spend their summers stressing over the chicks in the rearing field, clucking around like mother hens Read More
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Start eating your carrots: some of the best fishing to be had in the summer months takes place after dark. Sea trout, the peripatetic siblings of the brown trout, return to the streams of their birth to spawn in the summer months. Read More
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Friends from home (the American south) are adept at keeping me in the loop and homesick! Gene (more affectionately known as Bubba) loves his fishing and his whisky, and just as soon as he gets his passport, we expect him to be joining us on Scottish lochs, Hampshire banks and anywhere the fishing is fine. Until then, we will have to join him (vicariously in this case) streamside in the States. Read More
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Obsession is an ugly thing…even when it takes you to some of the most beautiful fishing spots around the globe. Read More
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All of us need to escape the daily grind now and then, and flicking the fluff for mayfly-delirious brown trout is an addictive relaxant. Read More
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One of the local river keepers is taking issue with the Queen’s diet: she’s not eating enough swan and, unchecked by natural predators, the mute swan population is booming. Read More
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Spring has sprung…well and truly in artesian style. All this rain has made fishing very challenging. Read More
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No, not another Orvis open day. This time I bagged an invite from an old college mate to join him on the Derbyshire Dove (or in, more accurately). Read More
