An Angler Is Born
My father first took me fishing. Bamboo canes with tiny hooks, squatts and hoards of roach, gudgeon and perch from our local canal. We spent many years fishing for bream and barbel using feeder fishing tactics. My Dad used to fish river matches, so much of my fishing was 'ligging on' for a big fish from running water. But when that first carp bite came along, there could be no disputing it: a carp angler was born! Before long, the shed was filled with multiple rods, a bivvy, bedchair and every other item of tackle you can think of. Not much has changed on that front – only I think I probably carry around a lot less these days!