Gareth Fareham
LOUIS BERNTHAL - 'One For the Old Man'
A reminder that no matter how bad things get, fishing will always be there, and also a reminder that positivity and keeping the faith has more power than perhaps anything... make a tea and kick back for a lovely little read from Louis. What a madness my personal life has been over the past 12 months... I lost my Grandma and Grandad in quick succession, closely followed by my Auntie. If it couldn’t get any worse we sadly lost our little boy Leo in June and just when we were thinking there was a glimpse of sunshine on the horizon,...
Gareth Fareham
SUBmag #001 ARCHIVES - ROB BRIERS '(IT'S NOT ALL) GRIM UP NORTH'
At just 23 years old, Robbie’s album, and attitude belies his young years – an ‘old head on young shoulders’ is how I’ve heard him described – or the ‘baby-faced assassin’ as Sammy likes to call him – which I’ve no doubt he’ll hate. A typically understated and no frills northern lad, he has worked hard to carve out the time, and money, to be able to travel and fish for some of the finest in the land over the last few years; a 360-mile round trip away from his home in north Manchester – if you want it badly...
Gareth Fareham
SUBmag #001 ARCHIVES - DAN KILGOUR - PREP GAME
Dan Kilgour's name is synonymous with a couple of things, namely big hits of nuts and seeds and also catching big under the radar ones from difficult low stock waters around the valley. If you’ve ever wondered about the mechanics of prepping and priming an area, here’s a technical insight into exactly how Dan goes about it.
Gareth Fareham
ISSUE 2 ARCHIVES - AURORA BOREALIS - JON SKOLD
The only way to try to get through it all, is by recollecting all the precious moments you've experienced throughout the season, maybe from years gone by, all over again inside your head, and at some point it is about also imagining what lies ahead. Maybe with the help of photos, but they are just tools of aid, you must actually feel those mild and fresh mornings inside you, where that left hand rod suddenly curled around, and the bite alarm melted away in the misty morning sun, as if it would never cease. You get into some sort of...
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