Joe Chatterton's Angling Diary

With half-term still upon us my little fishing buddy is still accompanying me bank side. This time his order was a Chub, having lost a ...

My blog is in danger of being completely taken over by a small boy whose passion for angling is showing no signs of waning. He has howeve...

Max has got the bug bad. All he has spoken this week is going fishing, different species, places to go. He has always had a passion for a...

We were only chatting in the pub the night before about how we are catching Barbel but not in any numbers. One, two in a session at best....

Picnic by the river, Max enjoying his ham sandwiches on his first ever Pike fishing trip. It was hard work, several swims in different s...

A sneaky few hours on the Avon. Not a lot to report. No Barbel on the pellet rod but managed to avoid a blank with the smallest Pike I ha...

Landed at the river late but with the determination that I would give Andy's Torrix another test with a hard fighting Barbel. The warm w...

When I arrived at the river late afternoon it could have been the middle of July not early Autumn. Blazing sunshine from bright blue sk...

We didn't get the best of draws, the river was low and clear, conditions too bright-all excuses that were discussed over a pint post ...

4lb 9oz Not quite sure why I look so miserable having just caught a cracking summer Chub weighing over four and a half pounds. This wa...

The sun rose as we trundled down the M5 on our way for our annual Shark trip off the Plymouth coast. Two aborted trips last year both los...