Hi there, I’m Dave, a 65-year-old retired welder from Cornwall, England. I now live near the Embalse de Orellana in Extremadura. On this website you'll find expert insights on the best fishing spots in Spain, guides & recommendations, plus personal stories of my experiences on the water.
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There’s something about October that makes me want to get the rods out. Don’t get me wrong, I love the Spanish summer. After growing up in Cornwall, I’m hardly going to complain about sunshine. But fishing when it’s pushing 40 degrees is another matter. By lunchtime you’re looking for shade and wondering why you didn’t …
I once drove several hours to fish a reservoir that had looked perfectly healthy on the map. The map was right in one sense. The reservoir was there. Most of the water had gone somewhere else. The bank I remembered was now a long walk across stones and dried mud. A comfortable fishing spot had …
Summer reservoir fishing in Spain can be brilliant, but it rarely stays easy for long. The water drops, familiar banks change shape and by lunchtime the heat can make sitting behind rods feel like a punishment. The fish are still there. Finding where they have gone and when they are prepared to feed is the …
Spring always feels like a turning point when you fish the reservoirs here in Spain. Winter never really gets as cold as it did back home in Cornwall, but there’s still a quieter period when the banks feel empty and the water seems almost lifeless. Then, usually sometime around late February or March, things begin …
I spent a morning carp fishing at Embalse de Orellana in Extremadura, one of the best-known big fish reservoirs in Spain.It started quietly, just before sunrise, with the water flat and no sign yet of the run that would wake everything up. I’ve fished Orellana more times than I can count since moving here from …
I always forget how optimistic the sea makes you in March. You stand there in a fleece that isn’t quite warm enough, watching a perfectly calm bit of Mediterranean that looks like it was laid out by an estate agent, and you think: this is it. This is the session where everything works. No tangles. …
A Beginner’s Guide to Sea Fishing in Spain I’ll be honest. For years, I looked at the sea like it was a different sport altogether. Too big, too salty, too many unknowns. Give me a reservoir, a chair, a flask, and a set of alarms and I know where I stand. The sea, on the …
I was at the lake by seven. Too early for anyone sane, but the light looked good and the air had that cool stillness before the insects wake up. Coffee from the flask, bread already drying at the edges. The float sat clean in the water, just a faint ripple. Nothing for the first hour. …
Lake looked fine at seven. Flat as a plate. I set two rods off the shallow spit opposite the pines. Method on one, simple inline on the other. 12ft 3.25s, 0.35 mono, fluoro links because this water is usually too clean for my liking. Washed-out yellow wafters, cage stuffed tight with crushed maize and pellet. …
I was just looking for a sandwich. That’s all it was. Took the wrong turn off the CV-something-or-other near a lake I hadn’t fished in years. The sign was bent, maybe hit by a tractor or just neglected. One of those villages where the shutters are always halfway down, even when it’s not siesta. There …