Joe Chatterton's Angling Diary

Boxing day by the river has long been a tradition of mine and this year the only difference was I had company, my Springer Spaniel ...

Over indulgence at the work Christmas party scuppered any chance I had of an early start on the bank. In fact it was gone 1pm before I ...

Two fishing sessions in the same week, virtually unheard of for me but I had a few days holiday left to use up. It would have been thre...

The mist swirling and dancing across the surface of the river, grass crunching underfoot, the temperature barely getting above zero ...

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...