So,
why have I ended up fishing the Nadder instead of
all the other beautiful rivers in this part of the
world?
Well in truth I do fish the others, I even travel to more far flung places to fish but I find myself drawn to my little slice of Wiltshire heaven, 70m from my door, more and more. There is something magical about the oft-forgotten Nadder valley.
It may not get the main-stream applause that it's lofty cousins the Itchen and Test get, nor that heaped on it's mum, the Avon or sister, the Wylye. To my mind however it's the most alluring of all of them; The fishing can be hard, the fish are slow growing, wily and easily spooked...
Well in truth I do fish the others, I even travel to more far flung places to fish but I find myself drawn to my little slice of Wiltshire heaven, 70m from my door, more and more. There is something magical about the oft-forgotten Nadder valley.
It may not get the main-stream applause that it's lofty cousins the Itchen and Test get, nor that heaped on it's mum, the Avon or sister, the Wylye. To my mind however it's the most alluring of all of them; The fishing can be hard, the fish are slow growing, wily and easily spooked...