Author: Medlar Press
Publisher: The Medlar Press & Waterlog, Jun 2003
Binding: Softcover
ISBN: 0-MPWL-0010-0
Synopsis
Waterlog, since its launch in December 1996 has proved itself one of the finest angling magazines of all time. Published bi-monthly by the Medlar Press, & co-edited by Jon Ward-Allen & Chris Yates, the magazine features some of the best descriptive, humorous & incisive writing on angling. Beautifully produced, with superb photography & illus;. 8x11 inches, 63 pgs.
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Contents
O The Gallant Fisher - Venator
Finnegans Hole - Donald MacIntosh
In search of the Lob - Frank Murgett
Carp at a Funeral - Dexter Petley
Mr Crabtree Goes Writing - Ken Cameron
Bread Paste Days - Edwin Oxlade
O the Gallant Fisher, Part Ten - Venator
The Herring Years - John Bailey
The Waterlog - Chris Yates
The Surprise Catch - Gainsborough Leach
The Last Stone Man - John Langridge
David Carl Forbes, Angling Writer and Artist - Rod Sturdy
. . . and an Occasional Pike - Andrew Herd
Wild Trout Trust - Paul Machin
What is it About Tench - Andrew Herd
Solo Summer - Julian Wicksteed
Now is the Hour - Lesley Crawford
Science and the Fisherman - Richard Need
Fishing With Padraic, Part Three - Stanley Salmons
Just Call Me Fishfinder - Chris Sandford
Of Portraits and Bottled Beer - Keith Harwood
Letters - Waterlog Readers
Perch - Goran Grubic
Book Reviews - Andrew Herd
We like meeting readers. It gives us a nice warm feeling and it is a good opportunity to listen to what people like and dislike about the magazine. We get a certain amount of feedback from the website, which has seen some spirited discussions, and we enjoy all the submissions to the letters page, but there is no substitute for pressing flesh. Indeed, Waterlog Angling Weekends are always extremely popular and we get as much out of them as the participants do, but the best place to meet you is at shows and that presents a small, but important problem. British angling fair organisers dont seem to have heard about the weather. Being fishermen, you will have noticed that our climate isnt entirely predictable (if you arent a fisherman, you are reading the wrong magazine; put it back and look further along the shelf). Although Britain is subject to occasional periods of pleasant sunny weather, these are interspersed with the worst that Atlantic frontal systems can throw at us and there has never been an easily discerned pattern to it. Only last week, the Meteorological Office installed the first of two multi- million pound Cray T3E supercomputers in Exeter and although each machine is capable of over 1,500 billion calculations per second, we bet they are still getting the forecast round their neck in a years time. So you would think that the people who organise angling fairs, given a lifetimes experience of our climate, would face facts, accept that no one can predict what the weather is going to do on a weekend that lies a year in the future - and buckle down to it and either use a site that is better in poor weather or lay some hard standing for the stalls and properly drained paths for the punters. But they wont. In May, that most beautiful venue Chatsworth once again resembled the Somme, yet it was by no means the worst conditions we can remember at an angling event. Agreed, it was the first time we have actually seen a visitor don chest waders to do the rounds of the exhibits, but Waterlog readers are a resourceful bunch. These events are run for profit and we think it is time that the people who attend them made a stand.
Which brings me on to another little whinge. Why are anglers expected to put up with very poor, expensive junk food at shows? The NEC is a prime example. Go there for other events and you will find a restaurant or two open where you can get a decent table and a light lunch for a reasonable price. Yet at the angling show we have to put up with awful burgers and chips, very average sandwiches, tea and coffee. A few years ago the Covent Garden Soup Company were there and I thought we were being treated seriously for once, but alas nothing like it has been seen since. Exhibitors have been clamouring for improvements for years and if readers add their voices to our calls, it is just about possible that we might get somewhere. Failing that, we reckon Glastonbury has to be worth a punt.
