In 1981, when he was thirty-three and had just caught what was then the largest British carp, Chris Yates wondered if he could now dream of capturing Redmire’s Pool’s real the King.
But far from the King itself, it was the idea of such a leviathan that hooked Chris that summer, playing him along the banks for one final season before releasing him back into the world. Chris’s account of those pivotal months – originally published as The Lost Diary – recounts the final reckoning of an angler’s long relationship with a beloved and mysterious pool.
It is also a magical record of both familiar and freshly discovered waters, meetings with new friends, and unexpected encounters with creatures other than fish and presences that are not quite human.
Perfectly fine, well written, it’s just that the topic really doesn’t interest me (but it’s a me issue, I should have read the synopsis more thoroughly). 2.75/5
Slow moving, wonderful and not about how to catch fish. Pretty much the opposite of most 'content' you find on fishing these days - and all the better for that!
If you like Chris's prose then it's a given that you will like this. However I much preferred How to Fish or The Deepening Pool. Whilst I admire the author's anachronistic approach to his fishing, I feel that his demonizing of the so-called 'Hair-rig' was out of tune with his general style, and left a disjointed feel to the end of the book. For example he is happy to sleep through a run and snap off presumably leaving a trace and a hook in a fish, but castigates the use of the hair rig...Personally I would much recommend Casting At the Sun as the zenith of Mr. Yates's work.