A Year in the Making

  “Cukoo, cukoo” bleeps my phone, alerting me to a text. It’s from Matt, “Wanna go fishing tomorrow?” I check the diary and text back, “It’s a goer!” “Fekinel!!!” is his near instantanious reply. For a variety of reasons I have been repeatedly unable to take Matt

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Late night news

I wake abruptly from a strange dream where I am fishing on the rocks with Si Lewis and Arsene Wenger casting huge paddle tail lures the size of spaniels. We didn’t catch. I look at my phone to check the time, its 2am. I notice I had

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Naming my marks

To those that fish with me who have seen the title and are now having palpitations, please calm down! I am not about to name our marks, just give a light-hearted account of how some of our favourite marks acquired their names.  It not one of our

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