Spring has sprung, which means so will the horses from the starting gate at Randwick very soon. So dust off those fascinators and suits that fit just a little too snugly, and get ready to lose some money. Or win it. Appa...

What would we all do without our mates – mates to get you into trouble, mates to get you out of trouble, mates to make you laugh so hard your facial muscles hurt, and mates who are there for you in tough times or j...

Last month’s article touched on the annual run of tuna that sweeps up the south east coast of Australia, often reaching Sydney’s far wide fishing grounds during July, August, and September. Whilst these majestic and ...

On Saturday, July 22, the cowboys are coming to Sydney’s Olympic Park. No, not the footy team. Genuine cowboys. Blokes in big hats with wide gaits and strong jaws. You better lock up your daughters and twinks.* “This...

With the coldest May and June days on record for some time making us all face up to the fact that winter has well and truly arrived, it’s time to execute plans to get the hell out of here, or rug up and find time to go...

Imagine if your employer texted you this evening and told you not to come in tomorrow; they’ve sold you. To another company. In another city. You start next week. No, you can’t bring your cat. You might be so unhappy...

With winter on the doorstep, it’s time to buckle down and hatch plans for local adventures and far flung fishy missions with mates. Last week a group of my most fanatical fishing buddies and I did just that. After mont...

There are few things more patronising than a male talking about women’s sport. I know this. And I know I’m on a hiding to nothing here with certain types, desperately poised with 140 characters of venom to throw at a...

With all the crappy weather over the last couple of months, I thought it would be interesting to contemplate openly the difficulty of finding and catching fish consistently in the estuaries when the ocean has been turned...