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He may be a master of the ‘pig-skins’, but my old man is by no means a master of angling, in fact he’s crap, and I had no desire to emulate Buddy Rich, as it was his counterpart, Chris Yates, who captured my imagination. My dad did take me fishing though, and I can vividly remember the first trip, stopping to get sweets from a sweet shop called ’Lanes Tackle Shop’. He returned and passed me a brown paper bag, stuffed to the brim, and bizarrely taped shut at the top. I sat patiently and it must have been a...

Author's note; the piece you are about to read (or skip over) does not contain any of the following words or descriptive phrases - pukka, keeping it real, looking out across the pond, to say I was over the moon is an understatement, a rare visitor to the bank, tricky low-stocked venue, rock-hard venue, target venue, target fish, proper old English carp, a nice dark scaly one, and most words beginning with 'K'. There are also no angling techniques described herein; no reversed chod aligners or spangled armadillo blow-back rigs. No 'edges' and no toy boats. Suffice to say all...

  Over the years we've been lucky enough to meet a remarkable cross-section of people through carp fishing - we love those intersections, and we've always been fascinated by anyone that is as happy turning their hand to something else as they are sitting behind the sticks. A chance conversation with Ryan via email about the Sub Sounds mixes led to us soundtracking some of our editing with some of his. We shot him some questions, about his fishing, and his mixing, and grabbed a few photos and put a little interview together for you. Check it!  What's your name,...

A beautiful, and quite extraordinary little Christmas tale from Tom. Fire up the kettle, kick back, and enjoy the story - it's a proper read. It's a special one this, taken from our sold out Issue 2 journal, published back in 2014. Enjoy!   I sat there staring at the clock, with each passing minute seeming more like an hour, the silence broken only by the constant, almost rhythmic, tap..... tap..... tap, created by the drips of rainwater coming through the office ceiling and landing in the bottom of the bucket which sat on the desk beside me. It was...