My legs spun as fast as they could, propelling my bike along as I desperately tried to keep up with a gang of older lads that included my brother. I was being taken fishing for the first time and, at last, I could ditch the net that I used to prod into every brook or stream that crossed my path. ...
Is it possible to go back in time to the 1960s and follow in the footsteps of Mr Crabtree and Peter? Martin Bowler turns his hand to dapping for chub and, with not a boilie in sight, turns to the traditional baits that inspired a generation... Now here’s the place to find river chub on a hot day - they lie under ...
