In spring 1973, Michael Brown, a young freelance travel writer, took a phone call from a friend: 'Why don't you come down to Somerset and see these things called elvers — they migrate up river at night on the high tides and the local's fish for them. It's called elvering.'
And so began a lifetime's career, full of ups and downs, as a self— employed eel fisherman: from the enchantment of catching them by moonlight, to driving them in battered vans across Europe, to smoking mature eels, to selling them — Michael and his long-suffering wife Utta have never looked back.
A heart-warming tale of running a small business on a shoe-string; and a passion for eels which never faded.
