Joe Chatterton's Angling Diary

It was time for our annual pilgrimage to the famous river Test so we battled our way through the Cotswold snow and ice down country to be...

Well it wouldn't be Christmas without a Robin pictured on a rod, scrounging maggots or in this case a lump of cheese paste. It kept...

By the time we got to the river it was already late morning, the sun was shining and felt lovely and warm on our backs. I had intended ...

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...