“Pike, three inches long, perfect Pike in all parts, green tigering the gold. Killers from the egg: the malevolent aged grin. They dance on the surface among the flies.”
Ted Hughes was moved to write Pike at a time when he was unable to fulfil his desire to go pike fishing. Four young men united by blood, a love of angling and having their usual sporting endeavours curtailed by London life, were inspired by his words and a similar situation to form the Meade Pike Club. Four years ago, in a charming pub next to the banks of the River Nadder, the club was created with clinks of rather spicy Bloody Marys and the group have never looked back.
Monty Corry came up with the idea for the group, though this is strongly contested by the other members. Corry grew up in Ireland and was hooked into the world of fishing by his father, who would row him round spring-fed lakes for hours in the hope of catching a pike or a perch.
The two Hiscox brothers, Henry and Sidney, grew up
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