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Time to Cut Sticks
Written by Richard Bendall I struggled into the back seat of the taxi with help. The same carers hands that had washed me were as sure and able, as the taxi driver’s hands were unsure and clumsy. Everything hurts these days; skilled hands only lessen the discomfort. Looking back at the sheltered accommodation as we…
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Search for Solitude.
After moving from the Midlands to the South. I found myself grappling with the hustle and bustle of fishing in this new world. The incessant hassle of day tickets, the questionable etiquette, the continuous recasting, the voyaging bait boats, the drunken voices, and the dubious smells drifting between swims—it just wasn’t me. I longed for…
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On the Marsh : River Carp
The fishing journey is, by its very nature, ever evolving. Many of us start small, cutting our teeth on local club lakes and rivers, before graduating to the more polished world of syndicates. Yet, for some of us, there comes a point when we long for something raw—something wilder. And so, I found myself staring…
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Castle Water Relics.
It was back on an afternoon in late August of 2024 that my girlfriend suggested I get myself down to the syndicate for a quick overnighter! Having known it to be a productive time of year on the lake I felt it only right to take her up on the offer. I quickly packed my…
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Yateley: The Copse: Pt 1.
There comes a time in every angler’s life when the waters they fish no longer stir the imagination, and the search for something deeper—something steeped in history—begins. I had reached that point after finishing my stint on a local syndicate. I had another ticket at the time for a lake known for fast growing carp.…