A Month in the Life of an Editor
by Michael Rendle
I get comments from people all the time; “you’re always fishing”, “you get paid to do that?” or even “how did the professionals go today?” The reality is that editing this magazine is not a bad job, but like most forms of employment there are the negative bits. First, there is no such thing as fishing without a pad, pen and camera. The story comes first and fishing for fun with mates is something from the past. You guys won’t buy the magazine if we leave blank pages where the story should have been… Then there are the long hours. We don’t joke when we say we do 3am finishes for several weeks before print date. Every hour on the water seems to correlate to at least ten in the office.
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Fishing Stereotypes
by Ian Chapman
During the course of my 46 years I’ve met many fishermen. No surprise there, no doubt everyone reading this mag has done likewise. I’ve met loads of awesome people whose company I have enjoyed immensely on many a wharf, beach, boat, rocky point or riverbank. I’ve also met a few complete tossers and sincerely hope that I will never have the misfortune of slapping eyes on them again. But then you’re gonna get that in any pursuit in life I guess, except if you’re an undertaker perhaps in which case you can be fairly confident that unless a most bizarre set of circumstances arises you won’t ever have to set eyes on them again.
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Fishing with Me ‘n’ Dave - ‘The Kingi Incident’
by Richard Le Cornec
There are only three things that I will wake for at 4:30 in the morning . One is to make it to the airport on time so we can wing away to some tropical paradise and partake in a gratuitous overindulgence of fishing, diving, laying on the beach and, (of course) over eating and drinking.
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The Liars Guide
by Ian Chapman
Lying is a part of fishing. It’s an unavoidable fact and a proud tradition. Rods, reels, tackle and lies form the essential basics of any half-decent fishing kit. This column celebrates the art of lying. I believe we should acknowledge this much misunderstood, much-maligned aspect of our craft, oh fishing colleagues. Proclaim to the heavens: “Yes, I’m a liar!” Say it out loud and proud to the world: “Hi my name is . . . I’m a fisherman and a liar!” Do you really believe that the public exhibition of your finely crafted and painstakingly honed skill ends with fish in hand? Oh no fishos. Think again. You’ve barely begun your work at that point. Ignore the end-game at your peril.
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The Squirmy Embarrassment Collumn
by Ian Chapman
Have you ever been out in a very public place - like the main street of your town on a crowded shopping day perhaps - casually licking an orange chocolate-chip ice-cream without a care in the world on a lovely day?
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What Happens on Board, Stays on Board!
by Bruce Duncan
Sitting in the cockpit of the good ship Miss B Haven, having a couple of Captain Morgans, as I am wanting to do while watching the sun go down, I start to laugh at myself as I realise I am now officially an ‘old fart’. I thought back to the days when I was a kid and would sit and listen to the ‘old farts’ rambling on about the good old days and the things they got up to. It was then that I learnt the first rule of boating, “what happens on board stays on board”. Back in those days it was ‘wooden ships and steel men’ with fibreglass boats yet to be invented and such devices as GPS chart plotters were science fiction. Sextants were the only way to plot your position. Over the last 30 years or so we have seen incredible changes take place, making boating a more safe and pleasurable past time but being brought up in the old school of hard knocks has been the best grounding a bloke could have in life.
