THE PIKE DREAM
The first time I ever saw a pike was in a German animal book that my grandparents gave me when I was about 6 years
Netherlands
CARP ON FRY
Plop. Greedy eyes swivelled towards the commotion. As they focussed, I swear she licked her fat rubber lips at the fry pattern hovering 1.5m away.
DUTCH PIKING AT CHRISTMAS
A large wake rippled after each slow strip. The fly settled into the mud. Calf deep. The pike approached, fins flared. Fanning. A twitch and
