Joe Chatterton's Angling Diary

The salubrious Coventry canal. A venue packed with Zander but sadly I could not muster even a baby 'Zed'. Still it was an interes...

In the interest of blogging balance blanks are always posted, as well as red letter days. Sadly this weekend was the former. Martin and ...

Last week my eldest daughter joined me, this week it was Max's turn. All week he was as keen as mustard, "how many more sleeps ...

Three weeks since I last wet a line so I was itching to get to the river. Although the weather is still decidedly autumnal I wanted to ...

'I'm sure Izaak Walton would approve of pig-sticking a pellet fed farmed Salmon on a Dog Nobbler, sounds like fun' came the t...

As the driest September in living memory draws to a close anglers across the country are praying for rain. The low water and crystal clea...

Match fishing is not my scene, I just don't like being told when and where I can fish but once a year I give it a go. The Parish Game...

The sun had just risen over the horizon as we stealthily made our way out of Plymouth harbour. Our mission was to do battle with the Blue...

I set my Barbel rods up prior to checking the following days forecast and when I saw that beautiful sunshine was on the cards I made the...