Some call it a sport. Others call it a pastime. Still others, it is certain, ought to call it a way of life. Whatever your view, angling, happily, is capable of being all sorts of things to all sorts of people. There are so many ways in which it can be enjoyed. Some are never happier than on some remote storm beach, deafened by the surf’s roar, as they strive to catch bass from the boiling foam. Others might prefer to sit by the edge of a lake in the middle of a still, eerie night waiting for the tingling of a bite alarm which could signal the presence of a suitably large carp on the end of their line. Still others want to tangle with nothing but salmon, the fish most accept as the toughest freshwater scrapper of them all. Some spend most of their angling lives in pursuit of one particular aim – giant pike, perhaps, or king size reservoir trout. Most, however, could safely be said to fall into one of three classes: coarse fishermen, game fishermen or sea anglers, though it should be added that there would seem never to have been a time when so many anglers are indulging in more than one branch of the sport.