The way you fish reveals the way you handle the other sex. Or so claimed a friend of mine who’s never resorted to marriage, probably because he’s been practising Catch and Release for too long. Later I recalled that same … Continue reading →

I’ve only fished a handful of times in my life, most of those experiences taking place in my pre-adolescent years. In these early fishing trips, I rarely used live bait — instead, I relied on expensive synthetic scents, and the use of loud, obnoxiously-colored lures to grab attention Continue reading →

My face was maybe three inches from the water. Trying to raise my head didn’t work. Neither did turning it at all. What the hell was I doing here? The water was moving, so it had to be a stream. … Continue reading →

This is not the story of how we turned granny into a catwalk star, it’s a tale of a bit of a face lift for a beautiful upland river. But, before we apply the make-up, here’s a little history. For … Continue reading →

It was a beautiful summer and we’d made it through to day nine of a two week camping vacation in Glacier National Park. That was no mean feat; two years careful planning and plenty cajoling went to persuade my husband … Continue reading →

On Friday nights, the Jewish Sabbath, you can find me leading prayer services, giving sermons and blessing the congregation. I am a rabbi at a Jewish Temple of 750 families in New York. But on a Sunday afternoon in the … Continue reading →

That prolific angling writer and carp angler, Richard Walker, once announced that the friends he fished with were at least as important as the fish he caught. While I wouldn’t quite go that far, I would claim that they are … Continue reading →

Cold, curried-beef sandwiches are bad news in a packed lunch. It happened to me one sharp spring day while fishing Loch Awe and ever since I have investigated each slice before the first bite. I suppose it depends upon your … Continue reading →

I can’t remember not having a dog, always one and sometimes two, and always Golden Retrievers. They were decent, friendly, biddable creatures and wonderful companions. Training them was easy because they were endlessly anxious to please and to learn. They … Continue reading →

Music is an angler’s best friend. Not many people know that, but, honestly, it is true. I discovered this fact as a youth when fishing the Tweed downstream from Manor Bridge. The river here tumbles into a deep pool, pounding … Continue reading →